To say that Jaz was surprised that Gabriel had more or less said that churches were full of shit would have been the biggest understatement to ever be uttered. She chuckled softly at the 'pretty glass' comment and shrugged a shoulder. "So do stained-glass window stores," she mused.
Jaz smirked when Gabriel mentioned wanting to help with her plan. As long as she kept Gabriel and Judas' involvements separate, she supposed that this could work. She had two of the oldest beings in existence offering to help her with this plan, it might just work out. "That sounds good," she said, sitting up straight and leaning forward a little bit, preparing to give him the info that they'd compiled. "So far, we have a whole lot of nothing. Just that he has dillusions of grandeur, a lot of dangerous power and thinks we're his toys. Lots of fun," she rolled her eyes.
She paused when he mentioned people offering to rub his lamp, an eyebrow arching. "Is that some kind of euphamism?" she asked. Though he seemed clever enough to come up with something better than 'rub my lamp,' so maybe it wasn't a euphamism. "Unless some poor sap actually thinks you're supposed to sound like Robin Williams and sing about how they've never had a friend like you..." she grinned wryly.