Though he felt that Jesse was still in the City somewhere (not through any sort of psychic sense, just his own intuition), Proginoskes was very nearly shocked when he actually heard a reply. A few of his eyes blinked open, materializing in thin air over the street. They stared with an owl's unblinking intensity, and were probably the reason for the sudden clatter of trash can lids as some sort of small animal hurried to make itself scarce.
The rest of Proginoskes appeared with a rustling of feathers and a huff of smoke that was sent in the direction of the fleeing creature. If it wasn't such a human habit, the cherubim probably would've rolled his eyes at it, but instead he turned his attention back to Jesse.
I'm back, he settled for saying. An obvious statement, but none of the human greetings he'd learned seemed appropriate for his absence.