Number 6 notices the sudden glow of heat. It's welcome in this bitter chill. His wings may be waterproof thanks to them being styled after a mallard's but that can only do so much to fight the wind.

"Thank you," he says casually, "for the warmth. I assume that is you?" He's not to perturbed by strange magics and powers now. Not when he's been gifted wings and his own wife has the ability to pass through solid matter. Not to mention what his adopted children could do.

"Yes. It's a worthy cause and I have both skill and time to employ."