New Orleans would still be there the next time Heaven wanted him out and about. With one hundred years to do his job, at some point in time, he was positive he'd be seeing the city again, sooner rather than later.

Indeed, Raphael was right to assume that the demon wouldn't tolerate sitting in the car for too much longer, and he was out and no doubt hovering about just barely within range of the angel the second the car was parked.

"And turn down my first decent beignet in years? Not a chance. Doesn't take all night to eat a couple beignets, we got plenty of time to walk around."