"There are many types of mystical barriers. None of which are prefect - even the best cages have locks." He meant Lucifer's Cage, but he didn't detail it. No reason to, not to her. "It's just a matter of finding them and learning to work them out." He straightened up, shoulders pulled back just slightly, head high. Brigid had no way of seeing his wings, but he was stretching them slightly.

"Werewolves in my world tend to be solitary creatures, unless the Alpha calls otherwise - yours are different. More like our skinwalkers." It was curious, but he found it interesting. After trillions of years, little was new, and new was a welcome distraction to a rebelling archangel standing in a house of God.