The man's curiosity was seen and acknowledged with an ironic and knowing quirk of Gabriel's eyebrow, but the archangel chose not to raise the topic either. It was one thing to thumb his nose at the Workers by referencing his name and disbelieving the dream theory. It was another to say outright he was Saint Gabriel, archangel, where he was likely being spied on. There was a scale to being stupidly confrontational!

Especially since he hadn't quite worked out just what they'd done to him when they took him away.

"There was only one," he told the man with the faintest trace of a pout. "It was an experiment, but it wasn't exactly something we could sell, even in pieces. So I thought, what better way to make sure it didn't go to waste than to eat it?"

He grimaced and sank back in the chair, moving carefully in case his stomach chose to object again.