Any startle Gabriel may have felt at suddenly being yanked up was hidden behind a smirk and a wink. "Now that one was much better," he told her, his eyes glittering with amusement. "I'll give that one an eight. You've got the whole physical presence thing going."

Ordinarily, Gabriel's response to Aziraphale would have been similar. Not that the other angel's wrath was actually frightening, because come on, angel versus archangel, but it was still pretty impressive.

This wasn't ordinary. With a longsuffering sigh and a roll of his eyes Gabriel said, "Fiiiiine," and snapped his fingers on both hands, wrists crossed in front of him. The jamb loosened and the lock clicked back.