What was it about religious things and their heavily capitalized letters, even in verbal communications? Gabriel was aways weirdly amused by how much emphasis people could put on things, particularly the bizarre and oft-entertaining dealings of his family.
"Mm, walking out seems like a popular me decision," he decided, although he had no intention of talking to his dear old dad any time soon, nor had he in a long, long time. Which really had only proved how little god cared, didn't it? Prophecy was one half boring and one half infuriating to him, though, so he didn't bother with anything other than a shrug. The concept of limited to nonexistent free will was a shitty one that Gabriel didn't care to get into.
"What's with all the bribery?" He asked, arching an amused eyebrow before pulling the new glass forward.