"I'll have you know I go dancing frequently," Gabriel informed him. They were just usually mental dances, jousting with Re-l, or avoiding some issue or another. "Or walking, at least." Because he couldn't drive anymore.

The archangel gripped Balthazar's arm and when he felt the tug of movement he followed, matching his brother's pace after a step or two. If he ignored the fact that he had to stay a half-step behind, he could almost pretend they were just walking. Aside from, y'know, the whole living in utter darkness thing.

"I hear there's a club to check out," he said innocently. "Best times to visit is late at night." Jealous as he was of that Kardos guy, the conversation between him and Aziraphale had at least been entertaining. "If you've found anything else, you should let me know. I could use some entertainment."