"What ye are?" Duncan asked. "A guy with wings an' a sword. I'll call ye an angel if ye wish, but I'm unlikely t' drop t' my knees and worship ye. I fought demons an' left Fitz again t' continue t' fight for what's good an' right. I've bloody well earned the right t' look you in the face."

He had given that representation calmly, neutrally, with a very straight face. Now he offered a hint of a smile.

"If ye'll take the advice of one who's gone a few centuries among mortal's, immersed in their lives and tryin' not t' get caught by them: Get yerself a cell phone. These days, people tend t' find a man without a cell somewhat stranger than a man with wings."