Fletcher wasn't the only one laughing. Gabe was laughing too, out loud, clear and ringing with gentle amusement at Skul's indignation, with delight at the detective's obvious love for his car. He grinned at Valkyrie as she re-entered.

"I'm fairly certain he's talking about himself," he said with a chuckle, moving slowly across to the nearest of the back doors. He patted the Bentley's roof lightly. "She might have missed you, Skul, but I'm not so sure about your driving."

The Archangel glanced over to see what Valkyrie's gift was and smiled. He wasn't particularly fond of guns, but it wasn't as if they were the only way to harm or kill. Skul, he knew, used his for defence, and it was precious to him. Gabe hadn't lost any possessions when he'd been kidnapped; far be it for him to condemn Skul's joy at being home among his own things.