Fletcher blinked. It hadn't occurred to him that Gabriel's appearance might have come from before the actor was even born. Maybe he wasn't as used to this whole angels-exist thing as he thought he was. Or maybe he still wasn't sure about God. Actually, that was probably it. Either way, 'God' and 'imp' really didn't belong in the same sentence.

Fletcher made a mental note to look up the actor later. He'd already forgotten the name, but Tanith and Valkyrie might remember. Darren something. Darren Cross? Fletcher couldn't even begin to imagine living your life looking like an Archangel, but then, Darren Cross probably couldn't either.

"You sound like stalkers," Fletcher pointed out with an eyebrow raised. "What kinds of animals? Well, anything obviously," he amended himself quickly, "but do you have a favorite one?" A thought struck him. "Any animal? Could you become a dinosaur right now?"