[She likes his suit, a lot in fact, and she will idly run a hand over his shoulder and gently stroke his false wings, running her fingers up the line of primary feathers]
I do want to see your wrath at least. I want to help. [because she is sitting a little above him, she twines her fingers in his hair to pull his head back and drop a soft kiss on his mouth. When she pulls away she notices something on the ceiling. A few chain hands later she hoists herself up to look at it but it's too dim and the torchlight is too certain]
[Day 1] Action
I do want to see your wrath at least. I want to help. [because she is sitting a little above him, she twines her fingers in his hair to pull his head back and drop a soft kiss on his mouth. When she pulls away she notices something on the ceiling. A few chain hands later she hoists herself up to look at it but it's too dim and the torchlight is too certain]
Come sit on my lap, Marcchan.
[He'll be steady enough light]