Zeke nodded.

"Indeed I am." he responded.

"And while I don't specifically work FOR the Triad, I have had many dealings with them." he continued.

"But, for the record, I'm technically a nephilim." he then said.

"...even though calling me an archangel IS correct." he chuckled, as they heard voices upstairs, and then there were quick footsteps, which led to an excited boy rushing into the room...

...only to promptly freeze when he saw who was there.

The boy looked immensely scared at that point.

"Wh-wh-what...?" he squeaked.

"Yes, this is the archangel fellow I work with from time to time." his father said as he appeared once more.

"It would seem you are, indeed, in deep." he commented.

"I... I... I... I..." the boy stammered.

"Now, what's all this about?" the father then inquired.

The father responded by promptly slapping his son upside the head.

"Ow! Hey!" the boy exclaimed.

"If you want to garner someone's affections... harassing them and their mother is NOT the route to take." the father said.

"Is there any way we can resolve this situation?" he then asked Zeke.

"Well, a full apology to Miss Hayes, and the promise to never do it again would be a fine start." Zeke responded.

The son reluctantly accepted the tea, and nodded.

"....K." he muttered.

"All right, go with Mister LeBlanc." the man then told him.

"You are going to apologize as well, and you WILL cut it out. Do you understand?" he asked.

"...yes..." the boy said quietly.

"And then afterwords, we'll have a serious talk about your behaviour. Again." the man continued, before looking to his wife.

"Anything to add before he faces the music?" he asked her.

The boy froze when he heard that.

"Ah... ah... ah..." he stammered, before Zeke finished his tea and stood up.

"Thank you for the tea. Both for myself, and for Miss Hayes." he told them.

"I will see to it that it gets delivered to her." he said further.

With that, they parted ways, and Zeke practically had to drag the kid to the front door.

He then paused when they got there, and knocked on it.

Zeke immediately grabbed the boy that was hiding behind him by his collar, and lifted him up easily.

"Ah!" the boy exclaimed, before seeing Olivia and blushing.

"Let's go." Zeke said as they stepped inside, and made their way to where Angela was.

"Angela." he said, dropping the boy down on his feet.

"THIS one has something to say to you."

"......." the kid was silent when she asked what she did.

"Go on." Zeke said.

"....I'm sorry I kept messing with your door." the kid mumbled very quietly.

"....what was that?" Zeke asked him, urging him to be louder.

"....I'm sorry I kept messing with your door." the kid repeated, slightly louder than before... but still fairly quiet and under his breath.

"Louder." Zeke ordered.

"I'm sorry I kept messing with your door please forgive me here take this it should help with recovering from being sick it's from my parents!" the boy blurted out all at once, shakily handing her the tea.

"Ah... ah... I..." the boy stammered.

"Well... I... I was... I was..." he stammered further, as Zeke sighed.

"Oy." he mumbled.

"I mean... I just wanted... for... um..." the boy continued to stutter.

"I wanted attention." he finally said.

"Well... that's not technically a lie..." Zeke muttered.

The boy immediately froze up.

He froze up, and his face started to turn red.

"....mmhmm." Zeke mumbled.

"See, that's the thing about girls." he then said to the boy.

"They always know." he told him.

The boy was shaking slightly now, evidently very nervous.

"Ah... ah... I-I-I-I..." he stuttered, seemingly unable to form words.

"AH!" the boy exclaimed.

"No!" he said.

"No! No, no, no!" he insisted.

"No! I haven't! I swear!" he said.

"........." Zeke was silent as he heard the desperate protests.

"Not often!" the boy then corrected himself.

"Sometimes! I sometimes see her swimming!" he continued.

"....and I watch when I DO see her..."