That's an archangel for you. When they're pissed off, you'll know it. Balthazar doesn't have as much power to spare, and he's prepared to give Dilandau a chance to explain himself before he lets him have it, regardless, if only because he's so young.

"In a manner of speaking. Perhaps I should have been more vocal beforehand, but I've noticed a number of tactical flaws in the entire enterprise." His voice is dry and distant, but his eyes narrow as he focuses on Dilandau.

"Let me start with a couple questions: To begin with, did the fire go out of control by accident, or did you intend for it to go up like that? And second, was it your idea to place a middle-aged musician in the middle of the woods--in the path of fire and robots, mind you--armed with only a garden implement?"