Gabriel tilts his head slightly, watching as that knife bites into the table top and drags a line straight across the wood. He lifts his eyes to the other, still unimpressed and looking as unruffled as possible. In fact he's cool as ever, smiling softly.

"No ruffled feathers here." A nod towards him, "Though, you on the other hand. Sorry? Did you expect me to believe that speaks with God bullshit, because I don't. I won't fall for your illusions of grandeur. I know my father and he wouldn't pick a sorry sack of shit like you to speak to. I've known his prophets through time, I know the type and you are not it. You are only delusional and insane, believing the little voice in your head to be God."

He shrugs, "I plan to let my mirror know the truth about you. No use in any Archangel, even a mirror copy, to bow to any human, especially one that's clearly off his rocker."