Of course, she says, as if I go gallivanting around the universe to find out for myself. I should. But...

[Not possible anymore. Not without his wings, anyway. Shame, really. He might have done so if he'd known there were aliens.

The look he gives her when he hears the word celibate is almost painfully sympathetic.]

You poor thing. No one should have to live through that. Truly. As for the whys, well... you try being a punisher of souls for ten billion years. It gets old, my dear. Even an angel, maybe even especially a fallen one, needs a break. Though, the sex is a fun part of it.