Eyes narrow slightly at the mocking laugh, though William isn't going to rise to that insult. He's caught glimpses of the other him, and he can't blame Gabriel one bit for being derisive of the whole thing. Doesn't mean he's not telling the truth though, William merely tapping his foot in the air to a rhythm only he can hear.

"When you're quite done with your posturing horse crap? Ready? Alright. The Gabriel here doesn't have to buy it when he knows it's the truth; I'm a prophet, and he's sworn to protect me. You and I both know you can't get an archangel to do something they don't want to do so...." William pauses, putting a finger to his chin as he pretends to think on it.

"Unless you're trying to say that your Father isn't powerful enough to talk across realms. Tsk tsk, what a terrible son."