lustful--bitch
Crimson eyes slowly scanned over the figure before them, his wings twitching a bit as he did so. He wasn't sure why they were here, but ignoring them probably wouldn't work. So, asking about it would probably be the next best thing, he supposed.
-- "Do you want something...?"
He hesitated a bit before suddenly folding his wings behind his back.
-- "And before you ask: yes, the wings are real, and no, you can't touch them."















