Belial let his senses guide him to Gabriel when he felt he was ready to confront the archangel. Ellie's advice weighed heavily on his mind, bearing down with the burden of the sorrow he had seen in her eyes, and the decision that needed to be made.

Gabriel's head was tilted down, eyes seeing something further than the pages of the book he clasped.

Belial approached from behind, feet light and soundless on the floor, and brushed a finger delicately over the nape of Gabriel's exposed neck.

"I do hope I'm not intruding," he murmured, bending down before the Gabriel could react to his touch. "Very interesting reading material, you've got there. I find this book does no justice to my beauty." Sarcasm, light, just enough that he was sure the angel would catch it.