"Yeah, that's kind of how our little tiff escalated. I wasn't being 'respectful' enough and I don't really go in for the whole 'angels are on high' hooplah. Which is just lucky for you, unless you happen to like all that genuflecting and ass kissing. And no, I'm not kissing your ass. Not even if it hurts."

Would she do that? She just might... But only if her and Brigid ever got to the girl-talk sharing part, and she wasn't holding her breath there.

She looked up when he took her hands, listening and feeling not so much in awe of these mighty angelic beings she should tremble at the thought of, but more or less sorry for him than anything. A hand came up to slide through his hair, trying to comfort him. "You should never be afraid of your family, Balthazar. For them, yeah, constantly, but not of them."