There was no shying away from the touch with Milo, he remained static and stoic as always but the remark of Sam’s reasoning broke his heart a little bit. “I’m not... despite my rank in purity I’m not exactly... the most popular with my peers. I’m not like them.” He didn’t want Sam to make assumptions about him or what he thought based on what previous angels had done. “You have to take time to recover though, please... don’t rush yourself.” He knew that Sam needed to recover more before he tried anything because he was sure Luke wouldn’t give him up without a fight. Speaking of he glanced up just in time to see the fallen staring him down like he wanted to murder him where he sat.<br/><br/>He didn’t shy away from the stare, he had faced far scarier demons in Hell and he didn’t plan to quake now. His job was to fight, he was made for battle but it seemed that Sam might be both their weakness since it was him being in the middle that prevented the confrontation that Milo knew he would win. It was a delicate balancing act between them and for now he could tell Luke still had the upper hand and was winning. “Done praying?” He asked from the front of the church. “For now.” Milo replied coolly his eyes blinking slowly like he was unfazed by the whole display even if every muscle in his body was on guard. He could tell that Luke was up to something, and he wanted more from Sam than the angel should be giving. “Then I think you have a job to do.” Luke said gesturing for Milo to leave as always lest things escalate between them.