Wednesday sized up the stranger with one eye. "I'm not overly fond of angels. They tend to be poofy wimps, in my experience..."
A burst of flaming sword cut him off mid-sentence. He distinctly felt a bit of eyebrow smoldering. He finally recognized the bearer "... but, on second thought, the Captain of the Host would certainly be a valuable ally." He bowed in front of the archangel, an overly-serious smile on his face. "Shall we take the hill, gentlemen?"