He nods, taking that at face value. He feels like there's some other creature that flies that he ought to know about, but the name is on the tip of his tongue and he can't exactly make it work. "So, in your bar, was it geared towards angels and humans? I mean, were there other things? Dark ones or dwarves?" Every word he speaks is earnest and honest, not an ounce of deception in his tone.

He genuinely believes this because if Ishiah tells him so, he doesn't really have cause to doubt -- that, and it's not like he knows what the world ought to be like.