Aha; victory! Mentally Gabriel tallied that one up to him and shrugged easily. "Mine's a bit worn in," he said. "A family heirloom, you know how it is. They're just that old and you should really let 'em go, but nope, they're just too comfortable and there's no guarantee you'll find one that breaks in just as nicely."

Technically speaking, his meatsuit was his third, but he was almost fifteen hundred years old. Gabriel had been lucky; he'd found a 'One True Vessel' who actually contributed to ideas for pranks for almost a thousand years, up until he'd asked for his soul to be let go.