"It's not rude at all," he smiled. "and I asked. Which, by the way, don't. I was much like any other mortal. I believed and I lived. I also have the family connection. I'm the son of Cain, and grandson to Adam." He gave a wry smile, "family dinners are awkward to say the least."
"I had a family, but my children had all grown and my wife passed. My faith grew until God raised me up. I spend 300 years walking with God then. Before that the others had taken up the role of messenger. Gabriel mostly, but sometimes Michael." He gave his brother a fond smile, "who is not always great at empathizing with mortals. And God needed me. So I asked and I went from being Enoch, to becoming Metatron. And here's a secret. I've done nothing no other mortal can't accomplish. But it's a very lonely path. I have to adhere to the rules of the angels, but I know human emotions and feel them very strongly. It's a very hard path. You were a cop you should know what it's like to tell people terrible news. I can't intervene with a mortal's duty, even if I wish it."