"Most people, particularly humans, can't perceive my wings. In fact, it can be risky to look too close, but since you already have and aren't having any eye trouble, I assume you're made of sterner stuff than most."

He looks down at his rainbow-stained hands, brushing them together to remove a layer of dust. "You don't have to tell me the details, but I admit I'm curious. What kind of mythos are we talking about?"

When he looks up again, his expression is mild and polite, but thoughtful.