Severus waited patiently, figuring Levinson - if he remembered the name correctly - would eventually stop babbling. If anything, there was absolutely no doubt as to whom Levinson belonged to, or at the very least associated with. So far, he was equally as annoying if not more. "Mr. Levinson, were you dreaming, it would be reasonable to assume that this conversation would make no more sense than any of your babbling does to either of us at the moment, so if you would be so kind as to stop making assumptions, this conversation would move along a lot faster."
He received a glare from the angel, causing him to set his jaw. He supposed it was difficult for anyone to grasp the existence of angels, much less the reality of one standing in such close proximity, but he didn't see what was so difficult to understand. He had never been a religious man even on his Muggle side, but in a reality where vampires and giants roamed the Earth, angels and demons were not so unheard of. Considering Levinson was an associate of Wells and likely knew of Wells' ability to summon demons, the idiotic comparison of Miss Milton and witches irritated him further.
The angel sighed and took her time, choosing her words carefully. "I can promise you you're not dreaming," she said. "As for what I am, it's a little more complicated than a witch. But for now that's not the important part. You said you were with Andrew when you wound up here?"
Severus frowned at her, only remaining silent because he only vaguely remembered receiving a message of that nature. He would have read it more thoroughly had he not suddenly been absconded with against his will, though in the equation, he supposed her methods of instant transportation were faster than his own.