With a sound of utter disgust, Crowley threw Gabriel back into his chair. "Why are angels such fucking morons?" he screamed to the night and the empty street. "Did you think I was actually going to go looking for him?" The demon ran a hand through his mussed hair and half turned away. "Damn it! Now you've exposed us both and accomplished nothing. I hope you're well pleased with yourself, Messenger," he spat.