Armas had not really left the house, but as soon as he heard her calling he came down from the roof and smoothly floated down behind her. His wings barely beat loud enough to sound like a breeze of wind through the cool midnight air. " You called?" He started, sarcasm almost hinting in his somehow calm voice.<br/><br/>He was still irritated with her, but somehow he found himself okay with that. Nor did he have intentions of doing her harm, no not physically at least. His fingers easily traced back her hair to check her head for a bruise but he was careful enough not to touch it. "I would have guessed you were more than likely enough to wake up in a child's fit rather than smelling flowers. I suppose that latter is more befitting to a tom." He joked lightly.<br/><br/>His eyes fell softly over the crown of light cast on her hair. He actually enjoyed this gentle and quiet side he was able to witness. Armas stopped fiddling with her hair to lean against the porch post. "Hmph," he grunted, his trail flicking behind him eradicly for a moment. " But I can't help but question... Why are you all hit and cold when it is clear what my inventions are?"