Oraxael chuckled lightly at his companion's discomfort.<br/><br/>"Not a slave?  Strange...from what I remember of heavenly service, one had little choice but to do and follow, lest one be cast down to wallow, wingless, amongst the mortal plane.  Granted, it's been a while, so I could be misremembering..."<br/><br/>He took a nice, long sip of his tea as Azriel filled his cup, and then smiled softly.<br/><br/>"I tease, well, mostly," Oraxael demured, "Though I do imagine how crazy it would drive me, trying to protect these...things...from themselves. As for damning souls..."<br/><br/>He paused, and caught the waiter looking jealously at Azriel, and again, Oraxael chuckled.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't have a clue.  They do well enough damning themselves on their own."<br/><br/>((Sorry for the delay in response, just got back in last night and was too tired to write!))