Gabriel grinned lazily up at Re-l. "Is that the best threat you can come up with? I rank it maybe two. I'm being generous 'cos I like you." The scrape of the e-reader on the counter made the archangel turn to Aziraphale, but Gabriel's grin only widened and he pointed at the other angel's face. "That, I will give an eight. Good show, bro. We'll corrupt you yet."

With a snap of his fingers the door-jamb expanded with a creak, just a little, until it fit too snugly around the door for it to actually open. (He'd have liked to shoved a case across the exit, because an actual physical action was more pointed, but having it slide a foot and then not reach the door would've been humiliating. At least this way neither of them were as likely to notice and be left wondering just what he'd done.)