[Gabriel rolls his eyes, equally resolutely not commenting on the darkness and ripple of Balthazar's soul-surface and trying not to feel hurt by the fact the other angel won't meet his eyes.]

Gee, I'm surprised.

[Let's see. He could either try and carry Balthazar himself, or he could turn add wheels to the air. With a snap of the archangel's fingers the chair has changed shape, and Gabriel starts wheeling it out of the bar.]