"Archaeologist. Er, linguist. Both." He's stopped outright ogling at least, and is now watching him curiously with his head to one side. Wow, this is different. In Daniel's experience, most claims of divinity are followed by interplanetary conflict, ethical degradation, and lots and lots of really big guns. This guy seems, in stunning contrast, well. There's not really another word for it. He seems nice.

The static of whatever weird aura there is surrounding him makes more sense and the "angel" thing implies a much greater age that belies the physical appearance but all the same...wow. Archangel Gabriel. The archangel Gabriel.

"Sorry." Yet another apology, this one accompanied by a faint, fascinated, sheepish smile. "I'm just, I'm, I'm used to meeting gods but they're never really gods, they're just, just empty claims. I've, well. Never really had a brush with the literal." Godlike beings maybe, but there would have to be more interference on the lower planes for the higher-plane races to make that sort of claim. This is - different. An angel, taking the shape of someone flesh-and-blood. That's what Daniel assumes, anyhow. No spectral manifestation could interact with the physical world like Gabriel - he is still not used to thinking that - does with apparent ease.