It was the way that was phrased that made Gabriel's smile became a bit fixed. What he'd prefer to be called. He hadn't stopped to think about that in a while.

Loki wasn't even his name; he'd just borrowed it. Noah was, sort of, in some denominations, but the truth was that Noah had been his own person, not some kind of human form for Gabriel himself. But his name, his real name, had been given to him by Dad. And there were a lot of things twisted in with that that made him love and hate it at once.

What the Hell. He'd come this far, shucked off the whole irresponsible trickster thing ... sort of. With a wry, twisted smile the archangel said, "Gabriel. My name is ... was ... Gabriel."