Gabriel was fine with being amusing. Sure at one point he had been the Archangel of Justice and the very Hand of God when it was time to lay the holy smackdown. But he would much rather see smiles than fear.

He shifts easily where he's pulled, reaching up to hook an arm around his neck and drag Michael closer. Gabriel sifts his fingers through Michael's hair with a pleased sound. A beat later his wings appear, bronze and etherial, shifting to wrap around them both.