Fred sat back up and looked at him. He wasn't looking at her; had she touched on something that bothered him? Well, she supposed that if she were an angel and some of her siblings had fallen or gone to jail. She supposed that if she were in his place, she might feel a little weird about it all herself. She sat back up with the book she'd reached for in her lap, or she thought it was the one she wanted. It was a smaller one, slightly used, definitely thumbed over. Something by Thomas Aquinas.
"Of course you are in a story. You're an angel, right? Well, angels usually only deal with humans in stories. They gotta have some reason for dealing with us silly old humans. So, why are you dealing with humans? You're not from the City, I'm pretty sure of that. So, why humans? I mean, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Azrael...Wait, no, think that's the cat on that chases Smurfs for Gargamel. But, see, even Azrael has a story, even though he's not an angel." She rested her hand on his.
"So, why do you bother with humans? Before you came to the City." Maybe that would get what she needed. She hoped it did anyway.