If there was one thing that Raphael was slightly vain in, and it was extremely mild at worse, it was his wings. "Lord, my wings are real. I would never be that deceptive..." He gave his head a shake. He must still have a head injury or something. Human corporations can sure be trouble. "It's not a costume, I like wearing robes and..." His blood suddenly chilled to ice as a horrified thought struck him. "You... you wouldn't take my wings away, would you...?" 

He let his beautiful wings stretch out to their full length, the gold edges glistening in the light.

He didn't think anything of Jarod's comment on "not calling ahead". After all, Baby Jesus hadn't either... It was His Prophets that spoke of His coming back then. But Father would have at least informed the Archangel of Birth and Mercy to herald the Messiah's return to Earth. What was going on with this guy...?