"Three barrels!?" Fletcher sputtered. "We could barely convince the priest to give us one bottle! Don't you think he might be a little suspicious?"

Valkyrie was still trying to contain her giggling over Kenspecle's uncharacteristic polite demeanor towards Gabriel. Or, well... his more polite than usual demeanor, anyway. But Fletcher did have a point. "How are we supposed to convince him we need the rest, too? How often do people need barrels of holy water?" she wondered aloud.

"Well, you could always... not ask," Tanith suggested with a wary glance towards the Archangel.

That was probably what Skulduggery would do. Ask, and then politely knock the priest out. All for the greater good, of course; Valkyrie could almost hear him justifying his actions by saying 'We're helping an Archangel. Don't you think he'd be willing to help us out if he knew? He'd probably knock himself out.'

Valkyrie shook her head. "We'll think of something. And we won't steal anything," she added firmly, figuring she might as well rack up all the good karma she could get while Gabriel was around. She touched Fletcher's arm, and in an instant, the two had vanished.