Gabriel could sort of see how Balthazar got those names in his current state of loopiness.

"How would you know what my type is? You've never seen me hit on anyone," Gabriel asks absently as he looks at the card, memorizing what it said.

"I'm going to be paying her a visit. Think you can manage to not drown in the air your tub is filled with?" he asks, giving his little brother an ornery grin.