Clint & Duma
Duma only smiled as Clint asked for clarification and nodded. Yes, mortals. More than just humans but anyone who could die which was... pretty much everyone. Not a lot could actually kill an angel. It had happened, of course, but it wasn't easy.
Part of him wanted to wait for Clint to swallow. Another part of him really wanted the spit-take. So he spelled out H-E-L-L before adding //by way of the Golden City - your people call it Heaven.// Then he rested his elbow on the counter, chin on his hand as he watched Clint's face.