"Am I ever not in the mood to be naughty, in one fashion or another?" He chuckles and reaches out with his Grace, pressing into hers gently.

"No, most life forms on the world I come from can't bear the actual sight of angelic wings. It's not just humans, it's nearly everything with some form of eyes and the brain structure to use them. Plants are all right if they're far enough away from the heat, but...we simply weren't designed to be wandering among delicate organisms without a vessel."

"Now, our Gabriel figured out ways around that. He was the most versatile of the archangels, I think. So it must be possible to change shape or duplicate myself, I just don't know how."