He could hold in his displeased noises. The angels were pleasant enough from an aesthetic perspective, and as long as no one tried to shove scripture down his throat he was fine with it.

Arthur frowned at the question and picked up one of the game console controllers in the tentative way of someone who's never used one before and isn't sure how their hands should fit around it.

"I can honestly say I have no bloody clue. What do you like?"