"Alexander Camael Woods. But I go by Xander. Since there's two of us." He didn't say 'me', quite on purpose. Really, there was a lot to unpack there, even in the briefest amount of words.

"No...not God. I try not to think about God." Mostly because of something the cheap copy of his father had said, while attempting to kill him. Xander still wasn't sure there wasn't a hint of truth to what the archangel had said--that the entire host of Heaven would see him scourged from the earth. If that were true, what did this mean?

He stayed seated. No need to make anyone angry--he wasn't like the giants of the Bible, but if nothing else Xander was tall for his age. But then, he laughed.

"Yeah, nephilim, or close enough to split hairs, I guess." Xander didn't particularly consider himself such, but the word was accurate enough.