"Whatever we want it to be," Anael retorted, voice raising and vibrating with Truth in a way that did not seem to fit his young appearance. "People, angels, demons, they look down on my office and my work, but there is nothing love can't help us accomplish." He forced himself to rein it in before he started to shine with it, which was entirely possible and nothing like sparkles, thank you. "What do you want it to be, Nicholas?"