That was an odd phrasing--as if Hell had no demons, nothing but Fallen angels. Gabriel let it tick over in his mind for a moment, then decided it was a better subject to be continuing on with than this suddenly far-deeper-than-he-intended heart-to-heart. Then he changed his mind again almost instantly. How often had he been able to talk about this with a brother, after all? Someone who might actually get it? Castiel didn't count. He'd been like a sheepdog with a bone called Winchester, and just a little too smug because he thought he'd worked it all out and Gabriel hadn't.

Well, excuse him for having issues. That didn't mean the archangel was going to answer seriously, of course. Couldn't give up his reputation just like that!

"There's too much light in their eyes," he said with a smirk. "It blinds them from seeing any of the good stuff. You know, like television, pizza, pudding and sex."