He was... a little more serious than Tanith had been expecting. At least at first. The baseball was also a surprise, if not quite the accent. An accent that was a little stronger than the one Gabe used, but also at once more playful and more ridiculous. It matched what Raphael looked like, at any rate.

And what he looked like was very eerily similar to Frightening Jones.

In that, Raphael's accent was jarring. Tanith hung back and did her best not to stare, failing miserably by the time he came to the doorway. It wasn't fair. Why did Archangels have to be so... perfect? And so completely unpredictable? Of all the things Tanith had been steeling herself for, she had to admit that coming across a black angel was... not one of them. Should have been, though. This was just a human skin, wasn't it? And evolutionarily speaking, wasn't the first Homo sapien from Africa anyway?

Whatever the reason for her discomfort, Tanith was undeniably attracted, and she had to take a moment to get herself under control. He wasn't Frightening, she told herself sternly. Definitely not Frightening. Frightening was never without laughter in his eyes and on his face.

It helped when Raphael called Ghastly 'Ghast.' It was the same thing God had called the tailor. Put things into a little more perspective, for which Tanith was grateful.

Ghastly's head, meanwhile, snapped to the other door, and Tanith knew why. The opportunity to meet a real flesh-and-blood version of Merlin was one that had excited both Ghastly and Skulduggery since they first heard it. Tanith could understand that, and she supposed she was excited as well. Just not quite on that same level.

Ghastly, however, managed to recover quickly where Tanith couldn't, and nodded towards Raphael instead. "Not hurt too badly, I hope?"