"Think Raphael left behind some porn." It was a strange thing to say, a strange thing to associate with the archangel, but so was everything he'd experienced from when he had posed as a janitor. Bobby had long since learned to roll with the punches. Up to a limit, anyway.

Because that eyebrow waggle made him furrow his eyebrows in a mix of confusion, repulsion and a silent 'fuck off with that'. "Fuck off with that." Maybe not all that silent. "You want to keep from the devil whooping your ass, last I checked. You ain't doing me a favour by helping. We both know that. Aleister helps himself."