Sigi happily took advantage of the invitation and closed the distance between them, sniffing eagerly at the angel’s fingers. Once satisfied with their visitor’s character, he hopped back to give Castiel a cheeky dog grin, circled, then shoved his head into Castiel’s palm. Someone is in dire need of petting.

“Isn’t the consumption of alcohol rather…contrary to God’s edicts? Or is that yet another thing the faithful got wrong?” Not that Edgeworth had any objections to drinking. The fully stocked bar and wine cabinet in his living room was testimony of his tacit approval of the habit, at least in general. What he did object to was hypocrisy, and an angel indulging in a ‘sin’ certainly seemed to qualify.