"Plan to put out an ad, then, do you?" Aziraphale asked waspishly. "'Ex-Roman or equivalent fetishist wanted for impromptu bacchanalia, location tee bee dee?'" Shuddering, he added under his breath, "You should have seen Caligula's."

That actually gave him pause. He wasn't sure what he'd have done in Gabriel's place. Probably lost his mind, such as it was. For the first time he felt a twinge of sympathy. "As far as I recall, Michael and Raphael are often irritated by default," he said. "But who was the other?"