"I like your influence," he said as he nodded. He did need a hand sitting up and even with help it was painful and hard. He panted once he was up, one hand over his wound for a moment. "I must be so dashing right now," he tried to joke.
It was hard. A man had died in his arms and a day later Victor himself had almost died. Now his partner was an angel ans his girlfriend was related to Hermes. If he hadn't already had his suspicions about Michael, he would have decided all of this was because the bullet had killed him and he had ended up in some kind of weird limbo for people who didn't really believe in God. Well he hadn't, but apparently he had been wrong about that one.
"Thank you so much," he breathed finally, reaching over to help himself to the food she had brought him. Now that he could smell it, his appetite was back in force. "You're wonderful. Do...you want to tell me about your grandfather?"