Jack tips his head as they offer him a look at their wing. Reaching out, he gently runs his fingertips over the proffered wing, grinning at the texture of scales on skin.

“Vicious lies.” He laughs, rubbing a thumb across one of them with careful strokes and unabashed appreciation in his voice. “I slept with a Silurian with rougher scales than these—yours are sleek! I was flirting before, now I’m flirting with more sincerity: you, my friend, are absolutely stunning.”