Samuel felt the hardness under his own hand. However, he could also hear the sympathy in Milo's voice. It was there, just hidden. Perhaps this was just his nature. He'd felt his face, and thought he'd just been frowning before...it made him curious. His eyes widened a bit. "But you...you're so pure, and you've helped heal me so much. I have questions but I..." He trailed off, the hair prickling on the back of his neck. He always had the sensation of his skin crawling when Luke arrived, but it was so minute it was hard to distrust him.<br/><br/>But he was tired of the tension between them. His wings were bound in a way to help the broken bones heal, but it could take a month or two for them to be fully healed. And since they were bound it was hard to tell but white feathers were starting to show up with all the holy water he'd been taking. He just couldn't feel it yet. Holy water still made him so ill, but he supposed he'd have to take double or triple the amount of holy water to the demon blood he'd been forced to consume. He looked towards Luke, then towards Milo and frowned. "Please, stay Milo? And Luke...I know you don't like him much but he hasn't hurt me. Can we have a pleasant day, please?" He reached out his hand to Luke, hoping to console the feisty mirror image of him.