"I don't care about your stupid subtype quibbles," he snips out, because angels are demons and that's that, as far as he's concerned.

But she's moving on anyway, gesturing to the... the big, shiny rock. Irritation rolls back to make way for apprehension, settling into a frown and the set of his eyes.

"Why should I? I don't even know what that is. Why is it glowing like that?"