War glared at him. "Fuck it. I know you're hurting and this whole situation's about as fucked up as it can get, but if I wanted an introduction to angel anatomy I'd've bent one over a table, okay?"

Well, even if he was going to stand there staring, that was no reason she should. She settled herself comfortably on a nearby bench, legs crossed. "Sit down, will you? Or if you won't, tell me if you want to put that sword to better use and I can whip up a riot for you."