"Well I'd take you, but I seem to be having some transporting difficulties at the moment." Which annoyed him. Greatly.

Oh Dad help him.

Gabriel couldn't stop the eyeroll. It was so saccharine he thought even his exceptional sugar tolerance was about to be tested.

"Genuine," he repeated. "Genuinely thick-headed, with an exceptional gift for falling face first into trouble that they're barely equipped to deal with. Honestly, how they've managed to stay kicking this long is beyond me."

It wasn't that he disliked the hunters, on the contrary, he did. He liked them. They were infuriating, reckless, and examples of what happened when Dad's creations got things right. When they tried.