He pauses, but doesn't sense danger yet. Raphael's irritation had been overpowering and that's what he expects to encounter from these gods in their rage. He leans against a tree himself and inclines his head.

"You want to discuss the failure, Balthazar of the heavens?" His lips twist at having to say that out loud. It was a failure, a nasty one he'd not expected. He'd promised this god success and he'd not delivered it. At least Balthazar seems calm.