"I did," Gabriel said promptly. "His were pretty good, but there was a definite influence there. You know what they say about imitation."

It was a strange thing. Gabriel's voice remained light, flippant, but he didn't look at Aziraphale. Given his usual mannerisms, he may as well have looked away, instead of just not looking. "Castiel," he said. "Last I saw him, he really had Fallen--about to lose his demon-smiting and all."