"Not our place to ask, is it?" Gabriel asked sarcastically. He would have asked. He had asked, once or twice, times he would never have admitted to Castiel, except he'd never gotten an answer. Maybe he would have asked again, if he'd still been alive to do so.

Aziraphale's discomfort only made the smirk wickeder, and with a sharp, sudden movement Gabriel pushed himself upright again, clapping his hands. "Oh, Azzy, this is going to be good." He bounded across the tiny space and slung his arm over Aziraphale's shoulders, too quick for the other angel to escape. "Let's try the bar. Did you know I can actually get drunk, now? It's kind of fun. We should have a contest and see who gets pissed first."