Only men. Skulduggery had always considered sorcerers a step above the rest of humanity, afforded a perspective on the state of the world normal people just didn't have, mostly due to the sorcerers' longer lifespans and their control of a force understood by few. Today, Skulduggery had witnessed power on such an astonishing level that he felt eons behind. Add to that how Archangels must have existed since the beginning of time, and Skulduggery really shouldn't have felt as offended by those two simple words as he did. It was extremely hypocritical of him.

He nodded slowly, as if any sudden movement might dislodge the new ideas now spreading like wildfire through his mind. He might have asked what was happening behind the scenes, but Skulduggery had a feeling that the answer would take far too long in the short space of time they had left, and he was much more interested in the preventable future. "Fair enough. What about the Book of Revelation? The Rapture? Is that something you two ever chat about?"

It came off more hotly than Skulduggery had intended, a surprise even to him after so long of remaining calm. He wasn't angry at Gabriel, exactly - it was more a reaction to a lifetime of grudges never forgiven where religion was concerned.