"Joe, the usual," Loki said in the barman's direction before he answered Raphael.

"Mainly, I wanted to get away from my fellow gods," he said. "If they found me I'd be back in chains with venom dripping in my eyes before I knew it. Thank you very much, I'd rather not."

He moved behind the angel and heated up his hands to just below the point where he would have run danger of hurting the being - or so he hoped.

Carefully, he started pulling them over the moist wings, practically ironing the feathers in place where they were supposed to be.