Skul's sudden turn around made Gabriel automatically follow his gaze, but the Archangel regretted it almost instantly. He closed his eyes and sank back into the pew, struggling to master the sudden upsurge of pain he had, until then, been managing to use the conversation to ignore. He wasn't sure if that had been the detective's intent, but it had worked, nonetheless, and he was grateful for it.

It wasn't until then that the Archangel realised how little he had been paying attention to his surroundings. Or had been able to. Thank Lord Skulduggery was there.

"I would rather keep the number of people who know my identity down," he said a tad faintly. "Especially if mind-reading is a common thing here; it would be safer for them." Then he opened his eyes to look, carefully, at Skul. "But if you trust them, my friend, then so will I. My being here does make explanations difficult, and I wouldn't have you lie to your loved ones on my behalf."