[ Well, that does it. That absolutely does it for Claire. She lets out what can only be described as a hysterical laugh and leans over, pressing her face in her hands. Her curls cover her face and her shoulders shake for a full ten seconds before she looks back up at Michael, face red. ]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I think the lapsed Catholic in me had a reaction. I didn't mean to laugh, it was involuntary. I immediately thought my husband would be beside himself for all the times he's asked you to protect him.

[ Taking a deep breath, she lets it out slowly and composes herself. Claire doesn't even think to question Michael, because why would he lie about that. She can only hope the sincerity in her voice translates. ]

Well, what does it say about Abraxas, that it can keep and hold onto an Archangel?