[ oh, my. so this one is actually an angel. ]

I'm almost impressed they've managed to snare you.

[ ah, hm.

he bites his tongue, thinks on what he really knows of the human's angels, should that be translatable. they're certainly present within their texts. faquarl switches his hands to rest into his pockets, forcibly glances away and back again so as to break the intensity of his stare. ]

Who is it that commands you now, if not the Father or the Fae? [ a pause-- this does beg the question for him: ] Do you have free will?