His naturally lopsided smile broadened into a wide grin as Michael signed to him but he shook his head. His fingers signed, //You can speak. It's been so long since I've heard your voice.// On some level, this felt like cheating. It was words and it was speaking... But they weren't leaving his lips and that was the statement he'd made before God. No words would pass his lips. //I've seen Azrael as well.// The name sign he had chosen for their brother was the letter A with 'death'.