"Your father, if I'm not mistaken." Balthazar had some bones to pick with God, but he wasn't sure he'd call God a sadistic bastard... not that Balthazar was aware of what was happening back home at all.
"Depends on the angel, I suppose. Never did take up knitting." He took a drink of his Scotch before he gave an actual answer. "I can smite someone, should I feel the need. Or heal - a lot less fun. Fly too." He wasn't about to list everything, but those ones you could look up in a lot of textbooks. "Thankfully we don't dress in what humans think is Heavenly clothing because that'd be horrific."