[ there is a grimace on his face at that, something knowing and painful lingering there as he talks about why the wings seemed to come from no where. Rook- well he understands in some sense. kind of. because there seems to be a conflict there, as if he doesn't know if he should hate the wings or love them.

like how there are so many times when Rook should know if he hates his Cardinal or be pleased that he was at least given something without violence.]

Ah, not all a good thing?

[ tentative, as if he doesn't quite know if they are good or bad. he thinks the wings are gorgeous, and that is probably obvious with the way he is looking at them, awe barely concealed as he lets his eyes follow them.]

They are amazing though, still think maybe you should think about not wearing shirts though. [ is he eyeing you a little? maybe. ] I mean, I wouldn't complain...