[He raises a free hand to rub his left shoulder, averting his eyes.]

Oh, young master. It is not...easy. Not for me. Not for any of us. We are never forgiven because as angels we should know better. If we err there is nothing to do but accept our punishment, and hope we will not fall. Hope for some measure of mercy. But, just like you, Solomon forgave me...I will never forget those gentle eyes...

[The eyes that both ruined and saved him. And now they are back, looking at him. Still forgiving.]

...As for friends, I wouldn't know where to start.

[But there is little conviction in his voice. He'd do anything to fulfill young master's wishes, even if he wishes him to have friends. ]