That's good to hear, I like seeing you do so well. And it went great, until the Archangel I'm-such-a-daddy's-boy-and-violent-asshole-el turned up with his flaming sword to force me and mine out before he burned our temples. Please tell me your Michael isn't such a bastard, I'm trying to give the one here the benefit of the doubt but I'm doing my best to keep my distance.
And here I was hoping just to charm you into pouring me something nice again. But if you're serious, I am the queen of fancy. I could show you a few things. I mean, at the very least you should know how to make an archangel just for the sake of the jokes alone.