Raphael sucked in a sharp breath, blinking in shock at what his big brother had done. He reached over with his fingers, still slightly smudged with blood, and touched Michael's cheek with it, willing healing into him. "Be more sensible, Michael," he said with a fond smile. And to be honest, he rather liked that he had acted within his purpose. Healing...

"I think we should keep it!" he continued, shooting gleaming excited eyes at the Warrior. "Wouldn't it be fun to see what these things are really made of?" The Patron Angel of Science grinned at Jarod, already imagining what lay beyond the beast's tough exterior.