"Not particularly," Gabriel says, a trifle dryly. "Most days I feel like--what's the human expression--a glorified babysitter?" He shakes his head, glancing around the room. "My apologies, it never occurred to me to ask--would you like to sit down?" Just in case, he waves his hand and a couple chairs appear, far more comfortable than the others in the room. Angels don't actually need them, but humans generally like comfort, he thinks.