"Is that what you're doing?" She asked inresponse to his opening admission, her sweet, honeysuckle tone almost playful as she watched his cheeks flush. Micheal didn't seem to recognize her, but perhaps his soul had, leading him by frequencies he wasn't aware of as he went on to fumble his thoughts. Neviah couldn't stop the kindhearted smile of endearment that grew over her expression as he paused to collect himself, and when at last he regained hismental footing, Neviah replied compassionately. "All creatures are a bit anxious, I think," she said, "Life is too fragile, and too surprising not to be. But, even still, look at you. If it were some kind of test, I'd say you've still been given the gift of courage to help you pass it," she concluded with aknowing smirk shining in her eyes as the waitress returned, trying to do her job in hopes of being personable enough to make the table worth having.<br/><br/>"And two coffees, please, sweetheart," Neviah politely interjected before the woman left, and smiled at the nervous man across from her. "If this is a date, I think perhaps honoring it at least with some coffee would be appropriate," she mused, agreeing to the efforts Micheal had exuded by approaching. Neviah shook her head however when he went on to apologize, a soft hand fluttering whimsically beside her face in dismissal. "Don't apologize, Father," she assured him, looking up at him through lowered lashes and a coy expression. "Honestly though, I would find that claim hard to believe if it weren't for the fact I always assumed men of the cloth didn't do much courting in the first place. It's flattering though that you think me striking enough to cause you to pause."<br/><br/>Their waitress returned and Neviah bid her a thankful grin as she pulled her coffee closer and Micheal drank from his water. Stirring two sugars and a creamer into the dark brew, his next question coaxed a curious tilt of Neviah's head as she glanced up at him. "Angels?" She repeated, gaze galling again to watch the swirl of her spoon. "I, um..." It was Fate's turn to stumble, unsure how she should answer such an inquiry, but after a moment's thought, she continued gently. "I...I suppose. However, not to be blasphemous, Father, but I believe in energies more than I believe in angels."<br/><br/>She was being careful, mindful of the words she chose as to not offend or lie to him. It was a complicated question for her to answer without all but discrediting the beliefs he had decided to dedicate himself to along with millions of others. Gods existed, there had been hundreds of them, angles and demons, all played their part in the world. Yes, she believed in angels, she had helped create them, but what she said next planted the seed that things were far more complex than his faith lead the masses to believe. "I think forces are at work that are far beyond the ability to truly understand. As Carl Sagan put it...'your god is too small for my universe.'" Nevis shrugged slightly then and grinned down at her coffee as she lifted to her lips. "But people need to believe in something when the truth is hard to understand."<br/><br/>Her dark blue eyes raised, and quite suddenly Neviah heard a rapid heartbeat in her ears that was not her own, and saw immediately the look of panic reflecting in Michaels eyes. He was trying to conceal it, stuff it down into the pit of his stomach where the sentiment festered, but a woman who had spent the better part of two decades attuned to him, Neviah could see it; even more so, she could feel it. Recognition registered in his stare, but before Micheal could mutter a word in respect to it, Nevada relinquished her mug and reached across the table they shared. Folding a delicate hand over his, she cooed, "It's alright," trying to calm him with the touch of her hand and the cradle of her voice. "I'm not here for the reasons you may think, Micheal. Please, don't be frightened."<br/><br/>He had every right to be. Rather than being a vision of hope, Neviah had always come in times of catastrophe, bringing heartache and terrible circumstance to be left in her wake. Micheal had every reason to be haunted by the realization that he had seen her before, and now she feared he would stand up right there and run from what he might have seen as impending doom only dressed in a pretty face. "There is so much more to you than you know, Micheal, and I am only here in hopes of enlightening you," this was partially a lie. Enlightening him on his importance was half the reason she had decided to come to him, but the other half was Jimena. Neviah had brought them here so she could do a better job at protecting him again her sister's plans, but she was not ready to confront Micheal with that knowledge. "You may hate me, but please, please," her rich eyes pleaded. "Allow me the chance to try and explain. I need you to understand, Micheal. The world needs you to understand."