[Shakes his head - not sure why it is that he doesn't feel as surprised as he probably should about learning this for the first time]
You've told me now. I'm glad you did. [Running his hands over his back absently,tracing his thumb along the spot where his wings meet his back, gently, soothing]
[...]
... What will you do? Go to Heaven? [An angel definitely would not be able to handle being in Hell longterm, he imagines.]