“…” He Is Quiet, Standing in a rather comfortable Hoodie as his hair flows down from his black ponytail, and the rest of his hair remains still and Unmoving. His blank eyes shift for a moment to Yahweh who’s acting all Lovely Dovely and hugging him. “Yahweh?…” he asks subtly, After a slight moment and a ‘Yes Luce?’ He asks “Can you stop that?…” he already knows its useless to ask and Isn’t surprised by the ‘No’ he gets in response. He goes quiet again, looking down, and shifting his wings slightly, The dark feathers moving.