She freed her wing from my grip and lowered her head, conflicted. She wasn’t a big fan of my idea, that much was evident. I had just re-emerged in her life, and the first thing I was doing was being overtly capricious and hard to please. “No hugs, princess,” “call me Gray Calx, princess,” “lower your voice, princess,” “I don’t want us to be seen together, princess,” “come to my house, princess...” Certainly not the heartwarming reunion she was hoping for.