He smirked. "Your concern is touching, but make no mistake: I'm not letting them walk all over me. Not any more. I endure the appearances to remind them that I'm very much alive and well, that I have seen to Adam's demise, and my message is that I will no longer tolerate Heaven's sullying this world it never bothered to try and understand, let alone manage."

Then, a shrug. "Questions involving my personal life are off the table, of course. Let the tabloids starve. I like how they squirm, now that they've run dry of any fresh news from the night the angels arrived. You really should see them struggle sometime, if you can stomach television for but five minutes."