Raphael almost almost pouted. His Lord didn't know who he was? Had he been cut off that much from the Presence?

Well, he certainly wasn't going to fuss over it. Later he would fuss it out in his Journal when he was alone and not standing before the Son of his Creator. The man still needed to get cleaned up it looked like and maybe something to eat. Compassion swelled in his chest and he offered what he hoped was a non-threatening smile. "I have a shower in my room if you would like to get cleaned up. I can order take-out if you like as well." Or whatever he wished to come into existence. Angels were flexible.