The job is not particularly glamorous in Gadriel's world either. There's not a lot of glamor in chainswording your way through a mass of seething tyranids.

Gadriel shook his head. "Disease is a thing baseline humans worry about. Not my kind. We were made in the image of our Emperor." And thus as close to perfect as imaginable. Oh, there are Nurgle-plagues that affect his kind, but they are few enough to be considered rare. It left them free to worry about other things, like heresy and witchcraft and daemons.

None of which are here, right? Totally normal conversational partner.