So the little monkey knew his body. But was that too much of a surprise? Satanachia knew that the angel certainly didnâ€™t sit in one place, waiting for him, when he wasnâ€™t in possession. The thought of what Gabriel might be up to or who he might know had never crossed the demon princeâ€™s mind. Even an archangel, especially one such as the near fallen he had claimed as his own, was a commoner compared to him.<br/><br/>Satanachia didnâ€™t react much to her but to smile ruefully. â€œSuicidal little monkey, sittinâ€™ in a treeâ€¦â€ He didnâ€™t land, but dropped the several feet until he could hang from one of many antennae studding the tower. His wings fanned slowly, steadying him. â€œMy cousin is down thereâ€¦â€ he told her, instead of answering her question. He was her prince! She should recognize him if she knew enough to see that he was only a demon masquerading as an angel. â€œI think he hates me. But I think heâ€™s too much of a coward to try to kill me for the throne.â€