Gabriel groans and slowly lowers his his head until it's resting on the tabletop. After almost losing Johnny again, it's both hilarious and a low blow to hear her saying that Johnny listens to him. "Okay. Fine."

"Look. Okay." He lifts his shot glass and sets it on the table without lifting his head. "I have no clue where you got the idea that anyone runs anything by me. I'm five billion years old. You'd think people would at least consider consulting me before running off and almost dying. Or pray once they're in trouble. But nope. Doesn't happen. I don't wanna be Mr. Go-To, but I wouldn't mind the call if you're walking home with broken ribs or your arm just zapped off." So, the ribs thing it very specific to Johnny. And in fact, Most of this is very specific to Johnny, but Iman has pushed a button for him and he's going to talk about this whether she likes it or not.

He sighs. "Getting involved with humans is bullshit. I can guarantee you Uriel never had this problem. I'm the fucking Rodney Dangerfield of archangels over here."