That, of all things, finally annoyed him. He snarled, his hand jerking as if he'd have liked to fling the bread away to make a point but was just restraining himself. "Oh, sorry for having never been subject to a fleshly body's whims before. It's kind of a different perspective between doing them and having them happen to you when you're meant to be a celestial wavelength!"

He'd never known these sensations were even possible, had no idea where the limits were meant to lie given how much humans could achieve if they just wanted something badly enough. If he stopped to think about it he wanted out of this body so badly he couldn't stand it. Gabriel looked away, his jaw tight and the bread crumbling in his hand. His own voice had made his head throb again, and he was still tired, too tired to even be hungry, and in a damned ravine with a chick with attitude.

This was not what he thought would happen after death.