The shock of that answer recedes in the wake of the question that follows — immediately replaced by understanding and a new wave of shock. Another archangel.

I... have an older brother, Lucifer once told him. Idolized him. He rejected me. Took our Father's side. At the time, Wilhelm thought that they were bonding over their fucked up families. Later, when he realized the truth of Lucifer's identify, he decided that the devil was just selling him the illusion of some kind of connection. Now, he's less certain than ever.

The question clearly knocks something around inside of him. Wilhelm's expression becomes closed off, like a wall has risen around him. He taps the tines of his fork on the plate.

"I've met him, yeah."

Hs tone implies, What's it to you?