If he's being quite honest, Chuck hadn't thought much about the vessel Balthazar was using. Or any of the angels, really. I mean, he knows they have vessels, or else they wouldn't be here right now, but it isn't really something he puts thought in. "Well, there has to be a better way than ripping our your Grace, right?"

He looks a bit startled at the idea that he would keep writing. "Oh, uh, I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it. I mean, usually I write what I see in my visions, but..."

A thought occurs to him. "Am I going to have visions here?"