So, what Wilhelm is getting out of this is that Chris is also half some other kind of magical being, and he's not all that eager to share what exactly. As he flies down the road, his thoughts turn to Lucifer, who had concealed his true identity from him for months — who was so prickly about the reputation chained to his name, the role assigned to him by centuries of stories.

Wilhelm can't help but wonder what Chris is hiding, but he doesn't want to pry. Not unless the guy gives him a reason to be suspicious.

"You know, it doesn't really matter what you are, or what you're supposed to be. It doesn't matter here. You're just Chris, like I'm just Wilhelm."