With a low chuckle, Gabriel nips at his lip. There were advantages to completely and utterly shameless uses of his power. He snaps his fingers, getting rid of his clothes in an instant before turning his attention to Michael. Resting a hand on his chest, he sends a flux of grace along his skin, just enough to coax his clothes into being elsewhere.

Michael might not approve of his clothes simply being phased away for good.

Or maybe not.

In either case, Gabriel had far more important things to look at, and pay attention to. Like all of that exposed, glorious skin.