Prometheus had the angel pegged as such the moment he was near enough to tell. Their God's light had a certain glimmer to it. Not his taste, and not his problem, but he'd never had issues with the angels themselves.

"Ah," the titan said, nodding once and placing his things on the counter, before moving to a large, locked case. Inside were books and trinkets, and he ran his finger along the spines until he reached the right one. He pulled it out with care, then handed it over.

"It came in an estate lot I picked up. It wasn't the reason I bought the lot, but I had a feeling someone would be searching for it," he explained- Before realizing that wasn't a good explanation. "Foresight is my gift. ...My name's Prometheus," he added, extending his hand.