"So we lost Raphael and Gabriel then, right? And they didn't leave anything handy behind. Like a angel blade or a lucky feather?" Aleister asked, wondering if there was anything to gain from the lost angels. He assumed not, these idiots never collected the valuables, they just moved on with angst and bitching. Never were big picture people but that was fine, he admired their pluck anyway.

"I've never summoned an angel. Seems rather stupid of me to try." It wasn't really something he knew much about. "I know that each angel, and I assume Archangel, has a crest or a mark. Perhaps if you know Michael's, you can research deeper."

Otherwise, angels were a bit out of his elements. "Look, I'll ask around, I know some pagans with a grudge. They never did like the Judeo-Christian Bullshit." He looked at Bobby and then smirked. "Of course, I'll need a little... motivation to go out there. It's dark, it's cold and my neck is on the line." So why not score some love and affection? He waggled his eyebrows.