He nodded, "Yeah, there is that." He supposed that, until a few months ago, there was never a good reason for him to know. It didn't change who he was or what he'd decided to do with his life. If anything, it just explained a thing or two he'd taken for granted before now. Knowing Clive, he'd probably find time to look into it a little bit more too long, if only because he got curious about things. He could have a book or two or twelve about angels on his bookshelf, absolutely.
"I know I did, when I was that age. You knew that." Regina would know, one, because she'd been there, and two, because those were the people she was drawn to. She's still drawn to me even though I'm not a teen anymore. "He is. Always was, which was good, one less thing to always worry about." Though Clive did always worry for his son, what father did? Correction, what good father didn't. At her suggestion he laughed, "Probably. Where do you want to go?" He paused, "Do you want to see the house?"