Gabriel half-rose to bow to Jarod before remembering that He wouldn't like it. "Doing well, Lo - er, Jarod."

He nodded curtly to Belial, hoping the demon would focus on the others, and waved to Joe.

"Good evening, Joe! Might I have a glass of red wine, please? Thank you."

He watched Rose and Raphael curiously. Other angels weren't nearly as protective of their wings as he was, of course, but still... He trusts her a lot, it seems.