The three Archangels stood in line on stage, microphones in front of them. In retrospect, that bet with Michael HAD been a stupid idea. Right now, it seemed the only one of the three that was enjoying itself was Jean.

The screen began to scroll words.

Jean did a little dance step. "If you want my body-"

David stared at the crowd with a look that would have maimed demons, if there were any. "And you think. I'm. Sexy."

Dominic's face was hidden by the cowl. "Come... c..." He crumpled, a loose pile of cloth with a vaguely Seraphic form underneath. "I can't do this," he sobbed. "I just - I just can't do this!"

And somewhere, Michael laughed.