"You sure are," Wilson says, responding to that last sentence on impulse before he's processed anything else Lev said, from a foot below Lev's vantage point. The added height from Lev's heels and Wilson's spiky hairdo pretty much cancel each other out.

Okay now the rest of it's caught up with him, as Lev can probably tell from the puzzled look on his face. Centuries? Nefilim? His husband's a spider? (Spider-person?) Is he a he? Wilson probably shouldn't have assumed; even aside from his own example of how physical characteristics aren't the most important determinant of such things, WX-78 got really mad about that when they met. And Wormwood didn't even seem to know what he was talking about when he asked.

"I'm a human, so I don't turn into anything, except a hairier version of myself in the winter. Uh... what should I call you? I'm Wilson."