"I think that was the point," Uriel responded, his voice coming in from the far right corner. He was leaning against the wall, his body cutting off some of the symbols that had been etched onto it's surface. He eyed the bright red paint momentarily before decidedly looking back to Castiel with a smirk twisted onto his lips.
"You wanted to talk?" He inquired, a single brow rising. "Well. Here I am. Talk away, traitor. Try to convince me to leave the Winchesters alone. It should prove to be fairly amusing."