Gabriel had to admit that he could see the funny side.

"Indeed," he responded, the corners of his lips quirking up despite his best efforts. "With armoured diapers, I suppose. And we would also have an advantage when the enemy stops to laugh at the very menacing spectacle of an army of winged babies. Fear us, or be smote with a pacifier."

He cut a corner off his coffee cake. "Although sometimes it feels as if some of them do need pacifiers."