"Jesus, huh?" Lea scratches his head. "Think I've heard of him, isn't his birthday the day that Sandy Claws guy breaks into people's houses to leave presents for their kids or something?"

He really doesn't understand why so many holiday patrons seem to base their entire profession on breaking and entering. He makes a bit of a face then.

"Whoa, whoa, killer angels?" He gives Badou a genuinely surprised look. "I thought angels were supposed to be like..."--he pantomimes a bird with his hands linked together--"you know, winged harbingers of good fortune and so on."