"A dream? Since when do angels dream, I wonder? Since when does my angel dream?" He certainly didn't recall giving him permission. With a scoff, he reached for Raphael's hair again, using the grip to make him sit up. He wanted to watch his face for this. "What is a dream other than a way to escape reality, huh? You're trying to escape again."

That much was obvious. "Reaching out for the damn Tenaz brothers. They work with my enemies. What is this if not insubordination? Disrespect."