His eyes remained closed as he felt her moving through his feathers in such a way. It was as if it were the first time they had ever been touched, when in truth, it wasn't. The sensitivity of his wingspan was greatly mysterious. Any soft touch felt like a deep massage, complete with the muscles being loosened to their most relaxed. To Ghaleon, all he felt was his skin softening, goosebumps from the sensations.<br/><br/>When she didn't shy away from his wings touch, His eyes would open to hear her speak of it being soft, him seeing her actually opened up and enjoying herself, if even for a short time. His wing would slowly caress her fully, a small hug if you will, before it folded back away from her, Ghaleon watching her, Eyes calm and swirling slowly."You know, Shadow... You Should really learn to enjoy yourself more... You're Rather Beautiful when you smile..." He said softly, Him remembering he still had his Brew of ale on his lap, Him taking a small sip.<br/><br/>He stayed quiet after saying such a thing to her, but didn't avoid eye contact, nor did he shy away. She was speaking bluntly, he was too. He figured it would go over her head anyway, not like it would have hit her feelings or anything. After all, the only thing he knew that would calm her down was the softness of his wing.