Gabriel, it had to be admitted, was slightly put out at the exclamation of disgust; surely he wasn't that repulsive, even to a demon. Still, he was glad he hadn't been flattened.

He winced as one of the shots made contact with his waist, and just barely managed to avoid the other one, scrambling to his feet - so much for his usual grace - and giving chase.

Aziraphael seemed to be distracting Loki just fine, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, before firing at Barnaby.