Of course, Gabriel would make a terrible archbishop. Apart from the hedonism and the meaningless sex and the being a pagan and the blasphemy, he wasn't exactly big on religion himself. He loved his Father, that went without saying, but only as a parent, not as God. As God, he thought his Dad had frankly kind of screwed everything up: He'd had all the right ideas, but after the Lucifer debacle and then abandoning them all, Gabriel thought maybe God didn't do a great job of putting His plan into action. Even if He had, Gabriel wasn't so sure a lot of organised religion really followed God's actual intentions. Besides, they were all hopelessly serious. Gabriel could never fit in with that lot.

"Sounds about right. No offence, pal, but if you could break out of there when there's been people much more powerful you than you still stuck there, I'd eat my hat. Y'know, if I had one." Which he didn't, but that was the least of his concerns. "You dream about it a lot? Nightmares?"

It wasn't as if finding out the details of people's time with their captors would really help him understand it, of course. He was, ostensibly, looking for anything that could help get Lucifer out of there, help understand what had happened to Anna and Balthazar while they'd been gone, for all that they both seemed to have recovered now. Nothing he'd found out, though, even suggested that getting Lucifer out would be possible - the opposite, if anything. By this point, getting any more details out of anyone was only cementing the knowledge that his brother was being tortured somewhere nearby and there was nothing he could do about it.