How very odd. He's rather used to wings that are solid and not shadowy hints of wings. He rather likes his plumage, even if it is a bit of a mess.

"No, no... You're fine, dear. I'm, er... I'm rather unused to seeing others of our kind on Earth... Or whatever this place can be called. It's usually just me."

He glanced at the cover of the book he'd been reading. "Ah... It's a novel. Stardust seems to be its name."