So, basically treat angels like shifters? Some are good, some are bad? Some like to pull their pants down and waggle their butts at their evil overlord captors?

[She grinned, hand resting lightly on his arm.] If I wind up in heaven, and that's a big if, and you can come visit me? I'd like that. Then maybe you can see my family. I think you'd like them. I know my dad would find you utterly fascinating and pester you with questions forever.