Lazar's eyebrows went up and his smile changed, but with the way Raphael's eyes had closed, he knew the angel wouldn't even notice that. Someone was really showing a weakness here. Seemed as if he had been dealt an ace by fate, Lazar was determined not to squander it. He put some more weight on his foot to keep Raphael down and stretched out one arm, slowly closing his hand.

Over where he was seated, Sam gasped, then wheezed, his throat held by an invisible grip. He was fighting for air, his face slowly changing colour. It was interesting to watch, but Lazar's focus was on Raphael. He already knew he was right, now he just had to make Raphael stop denying it.