Paige looked instantly perplexed by the look he was giving her. It took all she could not look behind her to see if someone else had suddenly popped up behind her. There was a slight wariness that was obvious on that face of hers that tended to display most of her thoughts, it joined the confusion. Was there something on her shirt? She looked down. Nope, nothing. Yet he was still giving her that wide eyed gaze. Maybe there was someone taht'd just showed up behind her. Paige had just been about to shoot a quick glance over her shoulder when she caught his question. She blinked once, before her expression cleared up slightly, only to be replaced by one more leaning towards bemusement. That was an odd question to ask out of nowhere. Unless he could see something that she couldn't see. Still an odd question but that would make a lot more sense. She knew that certain beings could sense things. "I'm a witch." Paige said. Because that was always her first answer. Her automatic answer. Being a witch and a Charmed One was first. Being a whitelighter. Well, she wasn't a whitelighter, was she? At least officially. Oh, sure that's what she was. But it wasn't exactly something that she automatically embraced as a path. In fact, there were some days she didn't even really acknowledge it as a part of self, beyond conveniance. Though she could admit that being in place she'd gotten more ... well, in touch could be the phrase? Since coming here. She'd been relying on certain parts of those abilities more since coming to this dimension. Had even been using it more to describe herself. Sure, being a witch was always first but slowly being half-whitelighter wasn't being just what she was but also a part of who she was. But that was a thought for another time. "A good one. Totally different from what you have here. And I'm part white- .. er, angel?" Sometimes she forgot the translation and that people didn't know what a whitelighter was. Paige figured that was the part he probably cared more about, than her being a good witch. Especially seeing how witches were viewed in this world. "I'm a nephilim." Her mouth quirked slightly at the word Aziraphle had used. She liked it. She could grow used to it.