"I'll...oh. All right." Balthazar looks vaguely disappointed. "Try not to kill her, will you? It's good cheesecake."

Maybe he's too forgiving, but a good dessert seems to be worth being drugged stupid, to him.

As it turns out, the young witch is more hapless than vicious, and plenty small enough to be held off the ground. It should be simple enough to resolve things to Gabriel's satisfaction. When the archangel returns, he'll find Balthazar sprawled in bed, rather than in the bathtub, although he's still just as naked. He's got a glass of water though, that has to be a good sign.