"Down There"? "Principality"? Castiel's blue gaze narrowed slightly with even more confusion. He was doing that a lot. Jimmy, his host, was whispering something in the back of his consciousness, but Castiel wasn't listening. He put both elbows on the table and leaned forward.
"I am not on personal terms with Joshua. I have not heard the Word of Our Lord directly in some time; neither has anyone else." There was a slight shivering in the air behind Castiel's shoulders. Aziraphale would see it; no one else present did. "Are you asking my Garrison and Rank? I find that interesting, since you don't seem to have either."