William has nothing to say on the archangel being in bare feet, knowing it's probably the smarter of the options. The boot had been well and truly wrecked, and whilst feathers could mend flesh, apparently leather was not on that list. Good, William vaguely hopes the angel has trouble finding shoes before realizing he's being childish, folding his arms and trying to shrug it off.

"It looks that way." The mirror frowns slightly, not at all comfortable with the idea of Gabriel hanging around. His arm and ribs hurt and every moment the angel has that dagger is a moment that has William on edge. He needs it back, though it's doubtful he'll get it back so easily. "I'm not at liberty to say right now. I would like it back, though."