Saying that he was just an angel was somewhat putting it mildly but he wasn't egotistical enough to correct Michael. It hardly seemed important. He closed the door behind Michael and listened - that was what he was good at, after all. Listening. Duma nodded at the second statement - and the third. They were all true.
He quietly led the way through the entrance hall and into the living room, gesturing silently to the chairs and couch. Michael was welcome to make himself at home. Words... Words were hard to come by at the moment. He exhaled harshly but tonelessly as he struggled to maintain his vow despite his never-ending questions. "You are different as well," came the mechanical female voice of his phone, settled on the coffee table on the charger. "Why is it you could not feel us?"