"I don't eat," he says, without offering further explanation. He suddenly has a lot on his mind.

Michael sets his fork down and crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair. Wilhelm. It takes a second to place it, but he's heard that name before. Along with recognition comes a sinking feeling. Surely this isn't happening again. Surely not everyone he meets on this awful boat could be an associate of Lucifer's.

"You wouldn't happen to be the same Wilhelm who's unfortunate enough to be acquainted with my brother, Lucifer, are you?"

He poses the question carefully, as though bracing for a reaction.