"That sounds like Raphael." He gave her a wry grin, taking the feather and concentrating on it. It glowed blue-white for a moment before he handed it back to Rose, satisfied that his power masked any lingering traces of Raphael's aura. With Beelzebub around, he wasn't taking chances.

What could he do about a rubbish bin full of bits of Raphael's feathers, though? Bless them all?

"Yes, please."