[Even in his mysterious and inebriated state, Cassel realizes he's messed up. Doesn't let it show, but in his kind he's somewhat sluggishly backtracking.]

Yeah. There's a holiday called Christmas that's all about the protection of angels. [This isn't even a particularly good lie, but he doesn't care.] People celebrate with, um, you know pine trees now, I guess? And there's gotta be an angel on the tree, to keep people safe.