Well, if she doesn't know him, he can at least pick out some angels coming in.

Figures. He suggests common ground and guards show up. How underhanded did they think he was?

Probably entirely under the table, trying to get under a skirt. Probably not entirely wrong-

Zaveid whistles, a short trill for attention that shouldn't sound anything like a cat-call, and lazily waves his paper.

"Hey darling, maybe we should exchange selfies next blind date."


Zaveid no, this shouldn't be how you let the Archangel know you're over here.