"My idiot - no," the angel stuttered, sitting back in his seat and glaring righteously at Gabriel. "No, he very much doesn't. That's not - no. And it's none of your business whether - oh, and that's answered your question."

He huffed and looked away. It would just keep happening no matter what. This was absurd. Why everyone was so fixated on their genitals he absolutely couldn't fathom.