Michael gave George a gentle look and he rose from the sand to pat George's shoulder. "You could probably put your sword away," he said, not sounding perturbed at all that Saint George had just charged him.

Wrath stood as well, looking hangdog. "Sorry, George!" she said, going to take his hand. "I uhm...prayed and he just fucking showed up out of nowhere."

"And she still hasn't told me what she wanted," Michael said, amused instead of annoyed. Wrath looked embarrassed.