"Oh!" Greta hoots, startled. "I think I might know him - well, not know him, but I've met a Gabriel. He was, er, about this tall," she holds her hand an inch over her own head, "brown hair..." she probably shouldn't say 'charming,' "... erm." She probably shouldn't say 'flirtatious' either. "He liked jokes," she offers at last, a bit sheepishly. "Oh! And he had magic - the healing sort. Does that sound like him?"

At Johnny's wary nod, she rocks back on her heels, her gaze going momentarily distant. Oh, dear. She'll have to tell Iman, won't she?

Well, she'll worry about that later. For now, she fixes Johnny with a stern look. Gabriel's feelings about the boy aside, she's can't say she approves of Johnny's lowly view of himself. "So, you're allowed to love him because he's so wonderful, but he's not allowed to love you because you're just awful, is that what you're saying?"