Tiny little silver bullets and tooth picks took over for the garlic, the hallway now smelling a bit like a restaurant, and Gabriel, still not visible, grins. He's not really bothered about angering a vampire, although now he's wondering just how religious this guy is. And how much it would harm his faith if he knew an archangel was playing a joke on him.

But Gabriel resists these thoughts, for now, and keeps up the stream of tooth picks. Better than actual stakes, right?