Gabriel's gaze snapped back and he smiled, but it was noticeably troubled. "I just found out one of my brothers is here, but the nurse is making it difficult for me to find him. He told me there's an illness that's been going around. And a couple of other patients mentioned some, er, entertainments at night."

And frankly, that was far more worrying now that he knew he had family here. Castiel had been here for two weeks; what manner of trials had he endured in that time? Alone, without being able to consult even his brothers? At least during the wager Gabe had had the option of speaking with Michael. Even if the Archangel had been aware of the worry on his face, he wouldn't have bothered to hide it. Still, when he realised his gaze was wandering back to the door again he very firmly pulled it back to Skulduggery's face. It was rude to be so distracted during a conversation.

"I'm familiar with that convention," he said with a sympathetic smile. He, of all people, knew how important names could be. People were blessed in God's name, in His angels' names; they were cursed in the names of the fallen. There was unbelievable power in words. "Is there a reason you chose that one?"