If he were being honest, he'd have to admit that the entire concept of eating was just shy of repulsive. It wasn't an act he'd ever needed to engage in before now.

"Half-elf?" he said, straightening and giving her a quizzical look. Then he shook his head. "No, I'm not. Ask me a week from now."

Being mistaken for any relation of an elf came as a surprise. His human vessel was a good deal smaller than he himself was in his natural state, sure, but the elves Michael knew of were themselves smaller than any human. Whatever Ooru considered an elf had to be a bit different.

Golarion wasn't familiar to him either. Humans were his Father's creations, however. If they existed in her world, her reality had to be yet another of His discarded draft creations.

"I'm from Heaven, though I expect that doesn't mean any more to you than Golarion does to me."