Angel smiles when catches on to what he meant. Sometimes he wasn't as clear as he could be when he spoke, often mistakenly assuming that people were on the same page with him when he was on page twenty-seven and they were still stuck on page fourteen. It's a fault, one he's very aware of.

"Right, name what we know. People in my time — my original time, the one I was born in — had no concept of alien life. People coming from the stars? Nobody had ever heard of that, much less thought of it. But demons were something we were well aware of, tales that had been told for centuries by our forefathers. It's easier to label something unknown that comes from another world as a demon, because that's what you know. That, you can understand."

He couldn't be the judge of names, given the fact that he'd yet to give a proper on to the demon plane-like things that frequented the sky in hell.

"Somebody has to be. Otherwise you end up with pineapple instead of ananas like the rest of the world. It doesn't look anything like a pine cone."