"It sounds really nice. It sounds like a dream." He doesn't have much more to say than that, but he does keep holding Gabriel's hand. The hazy, fragmented memories of restless souls remind him of what meadows and forests and skies are like, but he's never seen any of those things himself; the only sky he knows is the darkness of Hell's layers, and there is little sprawling wilderness to be found in Hell. The burning sand of Greed, perhaps, but that can't be compared to Heaven, surely.

"Did you have a house there? Like this one." Do angels sleep? He doesn't really know...it's hard to imagine Gabriel doing, well, anything else besides running around and murdering things, though. He's just that type of person. "Did...the Father give you a place to stay when you were made, so you could enjoy Heaven with everyone else?"