Samandriel averted his gaze even as Clint spoke to him. "I have angelic memory, yes, but without the ability to see your true face, I don't know who you were before. I don't know if you were supposed to be under my protection or one of my brothers' or what. I can't see, Master. Not like I should." He took a breath and looked up at Clint. "You were human once, that much is a safe bet, though you could have been a witch at some point. More than that? I can't guess comfortably. You could have spent centuries in Hell, it could have been millennia."
It was clear that without his Grace, Samandriel could only infer so much. "Will you tell me?"