Laughter could be heard from him as his joke soared over her head. Listening to her views of the Universe, He smiled lightly, crossing his arms as each point she made, he understood, even felt at one time. She was rather wide, though so cold. She must have been hell bent. What he had said about going where he was needed, was true....partly. He was not on a mission, no. He was on a path much more dark. Escaped from heaven, through hell. No one had ever attempted it, and he made it out without a scratch. One day he would have to return to defend it, but that day was far off.<br/><br/>He was actually enjoying her company, aside from the lack of emotion. Which he kinda understood in his own way. His foot was healing, thanks to her. Her company, though vigilant was a nice change to the tavern lifestyle. He was almost at the point of full relaxation when he caught her movements toward his wing. Suddenly all possible emotion left his face, his hand going at a blinding speed to his blade. This all would happen within the blink of an eye. His eyes would go to her, hearing her ask if she could feel.<br/><br/>His eyes began to swirl calmly again, his face softening and his hand leaving his blade as he forced himself to calm down. After all, there wasn't any ill attempt, no malice in her eyes, No threatening moment in her person at all. After a few seconds of his noticeable change, he breathed out in a small sigh of relief and nodded to her."I'm sorry... It's...Nothing personal..." He said softly, looking away from her as his wing opened slowly. He had allowed others to see them, feel them, but was always ready to cleave flesh from bone the second their eyes went for such a malicious act. No one would ever catch him off guard with his wings again.