Gabriel probably would have. Or brought up porn. And never, ever had admitted that a good conversation with someone was something he'd missed, was the reason he was willing to let this one continue despite the territory it was treading on.

"Plans can always change," Gabriel said with a roll of his eyes, tilting up his bottle to take a drink. "Or so I've heard, anyway. Our family's just not very good at working on the fly. It's probably that blindness syndrome."

He rapped the table surface thoughtfully. "I wonder if we'd gone better if I'd made it a compulsory field-trip for angels to be human for a lifetime. Anael went native and it worked well for her, up until she got her Grace back." Sure, his family would object strenuously to losing their Grace, however temporarily, but it was a thought. Part of him wished he'd had it sooner, before he'd had to tell the Winchesters how to throw Lucifer back into his cage.