They'd have to do a lot better than this before they got him to play along. He'd just broken out of his habits of a ... well, not an angel's lifetime, but two thousand years. He wasn't going to be stuffed inside someone else's life again so easily.

"But where would be the fun if I didn't?" he asked with a grin. "Boundaries are my favourite places. You figure out how to push them and where without anyone seeing."

And if someone appeared at his door, he'd know for certain they were spying. Besides, what could they do to him? He was still an angel. Okay, powerless and trapped in his meatsuit, but still an angel, and an archangel at that. He was either already dead or Dad wouldn't let him die again in some warped reality. Right? (He felt a pang of doubt he didn't show.)

Gabriel laughed at the way her clumsy attempt to convey her thoughts, waving a hand. "Oh, please, don't strain yourself. I get your point."

He left vague exactly which point was made.