Raziel - Fallen Archangel of Secrets and Wisdom (thefirstfallen) wrote,
"I promise that," Raziel said with a nod, turning his head when she walked off, following her sounds as he rested his hands in his lap. Perhaps he could find a way to trim his claws down, too. They were diamond-hard but that didn't stop him from considering something to the tune of acid baths and diamond-dust files. He shook his head with a smile as he considered it. He would, in the meanwhile, find a way to dull them enough where they wouldn't harm her if he accidentally brushed his hands against her in their sleep.
When she returned, and started in on cleaning off the soot, he chuckled, "You? I would hope so, I only saw you this morning!" He had actually spent most of his morning soaking in all he could of her, committing her every movement to memory. He couldn't help but shiver when the water hit the flesh under the feathers, however, and he laughed. "I think with a year of disuse, they've become oversensitive."