Had it been in her nature to swear, Uriel would have done so at Loki's last comment. As it was not, however, she merely glared at him, hoping the ones present who weren't already aware of her condition wouldn't catch on. At least she could try misleading them, not that she was much good at such a thing. And if they had indeed figured it out, well... she would have to ask them not to tell anyone. Each new person knowing in such an early stage of her pregnancy meant a new potential threat to her child.

"You can take me in a fight anytime? Sure, keep telling yourself that. You wouldn't happen to remember the day of Raziel's arrival, would you? You didn't appear to be holding back in that fight. However, you were indeed unable to get up from the floor when I knocked you down.

"And if by 'delicate condition' you mean the fact that I happen to be female now, well, don't bother. I may now be smaller in size than you are, but I could still kill you any day if I were to fight with you properly. But never mind that, you are free to continue lying to yourself. That's the only thing you are good at, anyway -- lying."