[As his head lowers back to meet Jack, he can only watch as the other shifts in position. Not only that, but stares... At his wings. Understandably, of course, but the feeling is still so very unpleasant that he uncrosses his legs and sits up. It's something of a struggle, really, to leave them out long enough for Jack to get a good look like he clearly wants, and so when those eyes finally do pry away from them and slide to his own, his wings vanish from behind him and he moves to lean forward, resting his arms over his knees as he looks to the other.]

It's not what anyone thinks it is. Angels... Or the whole Chosen system, or the church, even the world. [That's a little dark, he knows, and he lets it sit in the air for a moment because of that. Of course he notices that Jack turns away to move off like that. And of course he's curious, lifting himself to stand up and off the bed now as he watches the other's back.]

'It never really is'... Sounds pretty jaded, you know. [The joking is surprisingly light, but there nonetheless.]