"I used to be a magician," the angel told her haughtily, blood rushing to his cheeks.

"I did, actually, though it was hardly your fault. The ceiling fell in on me."

He laughed. "Well, if I may so, it's a shame you haven't got him back there. Belial would have been so terribly happy to help him out, among others," and here he sobered.

"If you would show me, that would be very helpful indeed. Put my mind to rest."