"I don't recommend it," Michael said flatly, before sipping at his drink. Michael very rarely felt human, and most of the things humans did just confused him. His most recent experience had scarred him in ways he didn't often talk about. "Lebanon, I mean."
He cleared his throat and decided to change the subject. "There are lots of saints here in the city. It helps to balance out the fact that Lucifer and Satan skulk around, trying to make trouble."