His face softening into a smile, Aziraphael lets go of Gabriel's hand only to rest a gentle palm on the man's forehead. "And if you are ever in my neck of the woods and in the mood to contemplate life's great mysteries, like how on earth so many sheep can possibly be contained on such a small planet," he laughs, "please feel free to drop in. our doors are always open."

With that, his eyes slide shut and his free hand rises to hover over Gabriel's ribcage, an intense blue light emanating from both hands from fingertip to wrist.