"I wanna see Merlin in a star-spangled robe," Dexter murmured with a grin. He'd been to visit Ghastly just that morning, to get some of those suits. He'd even seen the masterpiece in all its glory, finished alongside the Elder robes. It was beautiful. A gorgeous piece of tailoring. And unmistakeably star-spangled.

There was even a pointy hat.

Then his head snapped up. "He does make a very hot lady," Dexter protested. "Or she, or whatever I'm meant to call an angel when they don't even have a real physical gender and can change their looks at the drop of a hat. And I defy you not to be extremely influenced by said hot lady Archangels when they saunter over and sit in your lap unexpectedly."

By the time he'd finished, Fletcher and Saracen had blipped into existence and Dexter was addressing his words directly at them.

"I already have one of my minions smitten with a blasted Archangel," Corrival told him, resting his elbows on his desk. "The very last thing I need is you being smitten with the very Archangel who is even less responsible than you are. Thank you, Renn. Hope I didn't interrupt anything much. You free for the moment? Low and Cain should be back soon with an update."