Gabriel's hand instinctively shot out to catch the drink and some of it spilled across the back of his hand, but he was too busy laughing to care. "I never stop," he said with such a leer that it was impossible to mistake his meaning. He rapped his fingers in a pattern on the table, stopping to think that one over even as he smirked again. "I never did 'em all either, more's the pity. D'you how hard it is to get all seven of those strippers in one place? Whoo!"

Gluttony was an obvious yes. So was lust. Sloth ... sloth he didn't want to think about, but that was also a yes. Wrath ... yeah, okay, done that. Envy? Had he really done envy? After a moment he decided yes, he'd envied humanity, so that counted. Was it pride for him to actually believe he could save Luficer and Michael from themselves, to keep them from fighting, all alone, without their younger brothers knowing? Yes. It must have been. And then pride again to think he knew better than the knuckleheaded Winchesters, when apparently they were right.

But greed ... was it greedy to want his family back together? To want them happy, and whole, and not fighting? He could make whatever he fucking wanted, so it wasn't like he needed much in the way of material possessions. To have his family; that was all he wanted.

Was that too greedy?

Finally he realised he'd been sitting there and thinking over it for far too long, and gave Aziraphale a grin made wobbly if only because he was drunk. "What was the question again?"