The cup was the least of Milo's worries but he moved to pick it up to make sure the hot liquid didn't get on Sam. He dropped the towel Sam had used on the spill for the time being to try and protect him even as he moved to nervously touch his feathers. "Maybe pruning them will help." He offered never being quite sure as this was a rare situation and maybe things could change? "They are not black. There are maybe a few stray feathers..." He admitted not offering the lie as he looked over the array of color range on offer. The offer to touch his own wings sent a shiver through Milo as he couldn't remember the last time someone did with care. Certainly, there had been times in battle but otherwise he kept them tucked away as not to frighten the humans.<br/><br/>Now with the request laid out before him he felt like he couldn't say 'no' the other. He was just... so sweet and Milo found himself drawn in, fond of him maybe the same way Michael had been before. The angel felt his wings shift out of his back seemlessly pulling out to their full length and display. He wasn't sure how much the other could see but on their own the wings were large, stark, almost blinding in aura as they belonged to a creature made to rain down god's wrath. The weathers long and almost blade like and yet soft at the same time as they vibrated with holy energy. He extended one out to Sam. "I don't know how much work they need, but I would be honored to help with yours."