"That's complicated too!" he bursts out, quick and defensive. Eye contact continues not happening as he scratches at his neck, and figures out what to admit.

"Uhh... Angels can tell, if you've made any sort of... bargain... for power. Just by looking at you? It's hard enough, figuring out how to quit, without upsetting my patron..."

Wryly, he adds, "I would give my two weeks notice, but I promised I wouldn't do anything else."