He sighs and looks up at the sky, his eyes filled with longing. He watches as these.. beautiful white birds fly around. He puts his hand out with the intention to catch or let a bird fly onto his hand. You, in the form of a bird, land on his hand and pluck a feather off of your wing. He takes that feather from your beak and looks at it.

"You're... quite soft for a bird..."

He looks a little... gentle. For a criminal of his nature.