<i>You're beautiful!  That must be so much fun, </i>Jane called out to him telepathically.  Whoa!  Didn’t see that one coming, Oskar thought, referring to her use of the word<i>beautiful.  </i>More to the point, she used it to describe him!  He wasn’t used to such flattery, and it was painfully obvious in his once-smooth flying, now reduced to an awkwardness.  The word had surprised him to the point whereby he flapped his wings slightly out of sync, thus resulting in a minor and brief nosedive.  To anyone observing (namely Jane), at that moment he must have looked like a drunken golden eagle.  Luckily, there were no breathalyzers for birds, at least not yet anyway.<br/><br/>Great!  Real smooth, jackass! he chastised himself.  That’s sure to impress Jane to no end.  So much for showing off, he finally concluded.  Oskar remained aloft for a few more loose spirals before beginning his descent.  Hopefully, Jane hadn’t noticed his aerial faux pas, but that seemed unlikely.<br/><br/>On a more positive note, at least her telepathy worked, even with him at a rather high altitude.  He would have to share the good news with her after he had switched back to his human self.  His blunder in the sky continued to gnaw at him, though in all fairness, he’d never been called<i>beautiful </i>before.  Especially coming from someone who was far more apt of the description.<br/><br/>At least he was able to perform a smooth landing on his roof, having given up on any window ingress after two comically failed attempts.  Once inside his house, he quickly slipped into his clothes and hurried downstairs.  Oskar didn’t bother with any socks or shoes, as he would be inviting Jane into his home once he got to her outside.<br/><br/>Bursting from the back door, she looked at him quizzically with those blue, wolf eyes.  “It worked!” he said enthusiastically.  “I could hear you loud and clear up there.  And you’re right.  Flying is fun.  Very much fun flying,” he stumbled, conveniently ignoring the word<i>beautiful </i>from the conversation.