He hasn’t slept well, it was a more fitful thing even wedged between Wolfe and Jon as he’d done. He’d dressed quickly in a simple pair of slim, black, jeans and his flowing, loose, shirt from home tucked just into the edge. He doesn’t even wear his leather jacket, deciding instead to put the clasp that gave him his wings on the front pocket.

His holy symbol and the coin necklace he was never without still adorn his throat along with his collar, but any other ornaments are left behind. They didn’t feel right. Besides, if he was going to end up transforming and swimming away for a while after this, better to have less to take off.

He meets her with a small smile, his uncertainty and hesitation not a thing easily hidden, despite his attempts.

“I’m fine. I…suppose I’d only like to know what ‘this’ is…what you’d like to do, but I’ll defer to you to tell me in your own time. I’m unquestionably at your disposal.”