The angel's expression hardened at Ziggy's words regarding Jack's tough life. That was an understatement. The poor man had lived a dog's life, literally, scraping by and under the constant spying eye of the Ministry. Balthazar nodded as he sipped his coffee as it was brought over to him. Staring into the black void of the liquid for a few moments he glanced back up to Ziggy sighing.

"I just have to many questions and I'm hoping you can answer them. Jack...I know he's not human. Nor are you. Yet, what exactly are you? What race?"

Maybe starting at the foundation might help the conversation steer itself in the right direction. It was more for Balthazar trying to get to grips with his lover and how to care for him in the right way.