Raguel's expression perhaps could have been described less as stone-faced and more as relaxed; open, but empty. Only the glitter and movement of his eyes betrayed his interest in the scene before him.

He remained quietly in the background as the two female-shaped beings exchanged words and gestures of companionship and comfort. Uriel's pleasure at the other's touch did not escape his notice, and his brows creased inward slightly.

“‘Stick me?’” he asked when the words spoken were no longer intended to be private. “Ah, yes. The Antichrist said that you would ‘assign me a room’.”