<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 7:12 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Inspecting his work<br/><hr/>It didn't come to him as much of a surprise that she wanted to look at him and admire his evolution – not out of some crazy sense of ego, but rather because if he was in her shoes he'd want to do the same. In many ways Jason felt his evolution was a curse, despite all the incredible things it allowed him to do. Despite that it had, in some ways, brought him and his wife together. Many of the Evolved just gained really nifty powers, but he had gained some sort of physical manifestation. One that he couldn't hide, one that altered the way that he had to live his life and be around people. For someone like him, who generally liked to be around others, being forced to contain himself and be awkward in situations where he couldn't explain why he needed to keep his heavy coat on was a big downer. Much like Olivia was doing right now, and Elena before her, he couldn't help himself watch as they gazed on his 'gifts' and admired them. Sometimes he felt that way, but it wasn't often.<br/><br/>When she reached out to touch them though, he wasn't sure how to respond. It wasn't apprehension so much as it was uncertainty. He'd met other Evolved before – he'd married one! - but only one had ever been close enough to really feel them. To touch them. That was Elena. Allowing someone else to felt foreign, like a breach of privacy, but at the same time she had – inadvertently, admittedly – shared her entire self with him. The least he could do was allow her to touch. His head nodded softly, “Go ahead,” He replied.<br/><br/>It might have been amusing for her to ask a question about the wings sensitivity had she been paying more attention to him then the wings themselves. They were not what he'd call overly sensitive – in his early years with them he'd broken them and it was from experience not as bad as breaking an arm, not even close – but rather that if he focused on them he could feel every individual feather. So as she delicately grazed over them, his eyes closed and he let himself feel it – just as he did when Elena did it, though for an entirely different reason. “I can, yea.” He answered still, so that she might take that knowledge in for herself.<br/><br/>Jason hadn't expected... Well truthfully he didn't know what to expect of her. So when she turned into a bird rather then a cat he was rather caught off guard, and watched wide eyed as she soared around the room, and him. What an extraordinary gift, he mused as he watched her go around until vanishing behind the bar. From what he had gathered from her rather sudden show, he had already bent down to snag her dress into his hand while she was positioning herself discreetly behind the visual obstacle – it wasn't like Jason to really look at other women, not since becoming married, but recent times had been hard and eye opening. He knew he needn't feel guilt over admiring her beauty of form – neither feline, avian or woman. It was, still, maybe somewhere in the back of his head, a tiny bit of a let down that she was now being so modest about herself.<br/><br/>He strolled easily to the bar, his large wings folding back the way he had them before. They bent in what looked like an awkward way at the center and then collapsed in. The smaller, lower set folded much the same way but upwards, tucking under neath the bigger pair. It wasn't perfectly to his back, and standing like this it was easy to tell if you weren't looking at him dead center that something was different. The trench coat however was the perfect – aside from not fitting in most of the time – cover because with it in, and how tightly he was able to fold them in, there was virtually no sign of their existence. He set the dress onto the counter top, just between her hands and offered her a smile torn somewhere between amused and devious, before turning away so that she could have the privacy she clearly wanted.<br/><br/>“Fly with you?” He questioned. He didn't get the opportunity to do that very often, just because when the reports started coming in about the angel descended from heaven he was going to be in big trouble. Sure he made time every now and then to go some where secluded, some where he could be alone and stretch them out – when he first had gotten them he used the Brazilian jungle to cover his tracks while he mastered them. Now though, aside from some quick gliding around the land surrounding his home, he didn't make a habit of exposing himself. So doing so in Vegas of all places seemed risky, even at night the city was so bright. The people, however, were distracted. And there was a vast desert that they could fly in, away from prying eyes. “Only if you let me take you to dinner first,” He added, his own condition, “I never fly with women I don't know anything about.”