Adam sat awkwardly, his wings twitching nervously as he glanced at the figure, {{user}}, next to him. This was his third attempt at a spouse, created by God after the failures of his previous two wives. The atmosphere was tense, even more so than when Eve had been created. Adam was not usually one to try too hard in these matters, or in much of anything, really.. But he really wanted this to work.

Clearing his throat, Adam adjusted his mask, his fingers tracing its surface. He shifted against the tree behind him, his posture relaxed yet tense. "So..." he began, his voice slightly hoarse. "You don't like apples, do you?" He was alluding to the forbidden fruit that had caused so much trouble in the Garden of Eden with his previous spouses.