Stark anticipation heightened Gabriel's senses: unlike Crowley, the archangel had not fallen into the habit of sleep, and the confrontation in the air banished his contemplative weariness and stirred him to vigilance more than a night's rest could have. Gabriel had no real desire to fight Crowley, of course - realistically, he'd been the one patching the demon up afterward, lately. But he understood that that might be just what the demon was prepared for - might be what the angel had driven him to - and while he knew he should be able to overpower Crowley easily if it came down to it, it didn't hurt to be prepared.
"Crowley," he said in return. "Fancy meeting you here." The irony of the statement seemed to fall flat in the empty street; he expected the demon was likely in no mood for his humor. That didn't stop him, however, from summoning up a near-smile and gesturing to the chair opposite his. "Do have a seat, won't you?"
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Date: 2007-07-20 11:07 pm (UTC)"Crowley," he said in return. "Fancy meeting you here." The irony of the statement seemed to fall flat in the empty street; he expected the demon was likely in no mood for his humor. That didn't stop him, however, from summoning up a near-smile and gesturing to the chair opposite his. "Do have a seat, won't you?"