God he wished Archer would stop calling him by his last name. Duffield was his father and brother, and it made Avery just a bit off-put to be addressed as such. Which, he supposed, was the purpose.
"Uhh-" Avery took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. Lyra! She'd read it, and she was excited, and Avery frowned at the screen because it felt rude to do this when he was being intimidated by an immortal being. "Sorry, I just-" He set the phone to silent, resisting the urge to reply right now because that was a surefire way to fuck Archer off.
But religion? Myths and legends? Was this some fucking Marvel Thor gig where the gods were really aliens from another dimension? Avery felt a bit dazed, and vindicated, after all these years, that he was finally proven right. "Um, religion, you were saying?"