<That's stupid,> he grumps, shuffling his wings around again.

He shifts a little closer, reaching out to grab onto a little bit of her hair after she shakes her head, tucking it neatly back into place. <I'm glad you proved them wrong.> He almost sounds a little sad when he says it, mostly because he wasn't so sure he would've been able to. Not because he was bad, exactly, but because he was used to having his hand forced.