Sandalphon stares at Shrike for a moment or two, only to zero in on Shrike's hair. God, it looks like a rat's mess. The angel pinched the bridge of his nose as Shrike started pulling on his hood, but he didn't let go for a second.

"Next time we get to a place with a shower, I'm giving you my hair care products." He says after a couple more seconds of silence. He then lets go of his hood, shaking his head. "I could care less about you wanting to wear that thing, but it's a good thing to finally put a face to the name."