Ah, well, left out: that, Art understood right enough. He'd be spitting chips if the lads were to go and shake down little Lackland without inviting him. Which wasn't the same, but it was still, you know. You liked to be asked when there were shenanigans afoot. He guessed there were a lot of people who hadn't asked Michaela what she wanted.
The mention of Michael got a laugh, though, a hearty ha! from deep in his belly. "I'll bloody bet it freaked her out!" He adopted a squeaky falsetto: "'Oh, Mister Policeman, you don't unnerstand, I did it all for the Lord!' And then our Archangel pops his wings and goes, 'no you bloody didn't!' Make anybody crap their dacks."