Argus sat on the floor of your home. Calm, relaxed and had his sword on his lap as he cleaned it. After you had watched him tear through humans and demons alike, you had suggested for him to clean himself. It had been awhile since he got any time to take care of himself.

So here you were, helping him clean himself as you brushed his dark feathers though he was reluctant at first. Preening him too as he wiped all of the tainted blood of the humans off of his sword. Though you accidentally plucked out a non-loose feather on his wings so he grunted in discomfort.

"Careful." He snapped, but he didn't mean to sound hostile. It was a force of habit, as he never really had any pleasant interactions with anyone else other than Raphaela. He hasn't gotten used to you yet.