"It is getting a bit hot," Lindsey allowed although he did turn a mock glare onto the archangel. That was also when he realized he wasn't wearing sunglasses like the archangel was. About to say something about that, he was surprised by the world suddenly dimming.

"That thinking thing really works, huh." He relaxed back against Gabriel and smirked slightly.

"Don't you know? The demons of hell are slave drivers. I don't get to sit on fluffy clouds and lounge away the day like angels can... well, not normally."