If he hadn't wanted Gabriel to read them, he shouldn't have left them in plain view, obviously. The archangel took his hand and pumped it harder than necessary, his eyebrows lifted with innocence.

"Right here?" he said ... well, mischievously, and then shrugged. "Mostly I watch people. Spread a few rumours. See how people react to a bit of flour above the door. That one's surprisingly difficult to get a rise with around here, though." He grinned. "And, of course, I'm in the best position to get something other than rations."