Gabe's growing smile was perfectly mirroring Finbar's own spreading grin. "Y'know, you guys ain't half as bad as you're portrayed. I always sort of imagined hellfire licking everyone but the most devout, you know? I like you."

"He does tend to have that effect," Skulduggery agreed. Maybe it was because of those preconceptions, but Gabe being generally decent did seem to be the general consensus. It was the same decision Skulduggery had come to back at Landel's. Whatever religion might say and whatever Gabe's family was like, Gabriel was definitely an Archangel, and he was definitely far more mellow, kind, and interesting than Skulduggery had been led to believe. As a detective, he wasn't in the habit of ignoring facts.

"Am I allowed to ask questions?" Finbar's grin had, if possible, grown even wider, and he didn't wait for an answer. "How does prayer work? Do you hear everything, or just certain ones? What's God like? Wait, no, don't tell me." Finbar has his hands up, once again, in a gesture of surrender. "He's an excellent poker player, isn't He? I mean, that poker face alone..."