It was nothing to do with bowing, or having people at his feet, that was such a small part of it that the comment barely even registers through the annoyance. No, it was the idea that this angel felt he could even talk his own Gabriel out of the things he believes in. William notices the wings curling, how the primaries splay ever so slightly, and he knows that's a warning. How dare he. How dare this copy waltz right in and presume to know everything and anything about how things worked. The sheer audacity of it.

"Oh please, I have nothing to do with what the rest of humanity do, and if anything I'm more inclined to help them out and get God back where he belongs. You on the other hand? Just look at the state of you."

With that, William shoves out with his hands, fully intent on giving the archangel a good solid push. "He must be so disappointed in you. Your mirror is the son that should be recognised most, not you."