"Don't we all? I still felt I should ask, though, just to be polite. There's really nothing interesting to read on my metaphysical marquee anyway." He knew that if Gabriel really wanted to pry, he ultimately would and there would be nothing Balthazar could do about it. He felt as if his brother would stick to his word, though. It wasn't as if the archangel would appreciate it if Balthazar went digging through his dirty laundry, so it should go both ways.

Who would want to know about the angel's mopier moments, anyway? No one except a bottle of scotch.