A Musebox

"Other angels..." He tapped at his lip, pretending not to give Gabriel the full beam of his attention, but really just deeply enjoying watching his feathers ruffle. Gabriel had a lot of gall; he was mouthy, and he'd presented himself as a challenge before, put himself right in the line of fire. He wasn't going to make the mistake of thinking that he was all talk, though. There was more to his little brother than that. His attention snapped right back. "Why? Are you volunteering?"