Del/Zadkiel
Zadkiel peered at the bottom of the chair and frowned. He didn't see anything except whoever had done the painting on the underside had done a shoddy job. It was all blotchy in the corner Del was pointing to.
He ran his fingers over it, feeling a slight bump, but it could be just a bubble in the paint, a drip that ran. "I don't see anything," he said. "There's a slightly raised bit. That's all."