"Assisted flight is more fun, if you ask me. Easier to look around and enjoy it." He manages to put the curious stare under wraps, going for another drink as she explains.

"That wasn't what I was thinking, actually. I was just trying to see a resemblance, and failing. My apologies, I didn't intend to be rude." He takes a thoughtful gulp of beer, then smiles and shakes his head. "Awkward holiday dinners, hm? That I can sympathize with. If I ever learn to cook, I'll roast you a turkey and attempt to make up for the deficiency in cheer."

Now that he's aware she can see his wings, he seems to be a bit more careful with them, keeping them folded loosely but neatly behind him, where before they were sprawled out everywhere. When she motions at him again, they flick and stretch, almost an unconscious acknowledgement of the gesture.