Arden's green eyes widen and his wings shudder - and unfold with a crack, buffeting Eris as the silver angel bounds to his feet, backing against the wall. "Is there no end to your depravity?!" He asks. His wings stay mantled, almost poised for flight. As if there was anywhere to go, with Eris between Arden and the closed (and no doubt locked) door.<br/>Arden seems to be more or less healed - his clothes are little better than rags by now and expose a good deal of his smooth, pale skin. Depravity, he named Eris' actions, true enough, but the motion at his groin suggests his instincts think otherwise ...