Gabriel internalized the chuckle at her politeness getting snaggled over his, well, singular name. Angels didn't exactly need more than one, though he'd once made a joke over having the last name of Godson. (A very long time ago. Nowadays, he barely joked about that stuff at all, and he couldn't keep the bitterness out of his tone even if he gave it his all. How's the search for daddy going?)

"I'd stay out of rooms with sharp objects, or throwable objects," he had to agree, glancing at the books around them. "Toodle-oo."

And with a fluttering of his wings, he was gone.