He couldn't help but duck his head, hiding a smile. Uriel was being... well, typical Uriel, but his words managed to evoke a small flutter of warmth in Metatron's chest. They reminded him of God, just a little, for He rarely revealed anything which had already been explained beforehand. The twinge of longing that usually accompanied thoughts like these was absent today, perhaps because he was with Uriel, Metatron wasn't sure. Whatever it was, he felt light hearted, and followed Uriel to the nondescript doors, wondering how many human souls had passed beneath their arches.