His eyes went wide at her words. An angel? Adam had certainly never believed in those before. Then again, he hadn't imagined demons were real either. He supposed if one existed then the other had to as well. That not taking into account the nature of the Project to seemingly make anything and everything possible. If angels existed in his world, well, he doubted they cared about witches.
"I... you're really an angel?" He wasn't sure if he didn't want to believe, or if it was worry that made him question. After all, angels were supposed to be good and pure, and his magic... well, it wasn't exactly pure. Not anymore.
Adam ran a hand through his hair, unknowingly feeling a similar inner conflict. He hadn't done anything wrong but he knew there were those who would kill him simply because he was a witch; that he possessed dark magic only painted a bigger target on his back. It made him uncertain of what her intentions might be. At the same time he couldn't ignore how he wanted to be near her, wanted to know her, to know everything. Hearing that she had been looking for him both played into the uncertainty and thrilled him in a way. Perhaps she was feeling the same things he was. "I'm nothing special. I'm just a witch." How easily the word fell from his lips when normally he went to efforts keep it secret. She told him what she was and it seemed fair he do the same. "I can't imagine I'm worth looking for, especially by someone as beautiful as you."