“If you’re done flirting,” Sam said (and it came out as less of a joke than he’d meant it to), “Gabriel, lift us out of here.”
Gabriel pivoted on one heel and looked him up and down, pursing his lips with a thoughtful noise. “Hmm. No.”
“Non. Nein. Nyet,” Gabriel explained helpfully, and stepped in toward Sam with a dangerous sparkle in his eyes. “See, normally I don’t butt in on local customs. Especially when gods are involved. Gods can be messy when you cross them. But this? Building a god that demands this kind of shit? Dragging strangers into it unwilling? That don’t fly straight with me.”
“Okay,” Sam said carefully. “So—”
“There’s more than one god in these parts,” Gabriel interrupted him. “But sometimes gods need a little bit of help. We’re teaching these folks a lesson, mes petites bouchées. I’ve got some currents to set in motion, then we’re setting this straight for good.”
“Right,” Sam said, fighting down his temper with difficulty. “But can we do that from outside?”
Gabriel patted his cheek. “No can do, hot stuff. You’re the bait. Sorry, beautiful. Trust me!” He blew a kiss to Sarah, then leapt into the air. “Don’t touch the apple pie!” he called back, and was gone.
Trickster + Scarecrow - what could go wrong?