They went inside the building Gabriel had been using as a luring façade a couple of seconds after Aaron's silhouette was long since gone. The only remnants of his presence being the faint murmur of energy from his soul left on his grace, concentrated where their lips touched. It was quiet as they sat on one of the tables, but Lucifer didn't want to press his brother; it was obvious Gabriel was tense. A human couldn't see it with the perfect crafted posture he showed in the slump of his shoulder as he sat, carefully relaxed against the chair and the easy smile on his face that spoke of confidence.
However, Lucifer was an angel and not a human, one who prided himself on knowing most tricks known to supernatural beings. It didn't matter if Gabriel tried so hard to hide the holiness of his nature, Lucifer could still see it tucked within that pagan power.
The fact he had let his wings out of his body, helped, too.
