Swiftbeak had to suppress an urge of pride at Wolfram's words; he had promised himself he would never see his state as anything but a curse, for seeing a demon's gift as a boon is the first step on the road to damnation, but he couldn't help but feel buoyed by the knight's reminder of his dominion over the sky. He had to wonder when he would get the chance to return it, if he would.<br/><br/>"True enough, however lonely it is above the clouds. If you must speak with the others privately, I can depart; I had wished to spare the child the sight of my meal, in any event. I confess that my table manners are likely not up to standard."