He smiled, seeing her do the same in the heat of the room, They weren't going anywhere for awhile, no reason to be ready to leave, he figured. As she spoke about his wings being a curse, He began to laugh."Yes, Not only can I not hide as well as others, But they take up so much space..." He laughed still, holding back the real reason he hid them, without even a hint of hiding it from her. He was skilled at protecting himself, and it was exactly what he was doing. His wings were the only way to stop him completely. He would walk with a broken back, a fractured leg. If anything happened to his wings while they weren't folded, It would be like crushing a spider under your finger. The most pain you can endure. Cause not only were they sensitive, They housed the Immortality that came with being an angel. Take an angel's wings, you take his soul with you.<br/><br/>He looked over her with a slight smile, only to meet her gaze again. Hearing that he must have been cursed, his eyes softened to a gentle spirit."God's Eyes have left me for many years. The curse is on all he created. And no, I am not in the service to anyone. I am a service to the cosmos itself. I was sent here to protect someone, But I am never told who. I go where my Mind tells me too..." He said, his eyes looking at her as if he was a psychic with a fortune on his tongue, only to smirk and continue."If you believe all that, then that blonde in your hair has seeped into your brain." He laughed and breathed out with a smile, looking over to her as she would no doubt be holding back one herself.<br/><br/>"Would letting you know that your off the clock, allow you to loosen up a little bit?" He said softly, looking to her with a tilted head as he spoke. He wondered if she was always like this. So shut off from the world, and driven. One thing he learned after countless years, If you don't have fun once and awhile, you ultimately lose your edge. As that thought passed his mind, he took another small drink of his Bottle and waited for a response.