"Yeah, that's fine. Where's a good takeoff point? It goes vertically but it's going to be about fifteen feet long."
Down those stairs goes Cam, trailing big white faux angel wings. "Should I change into something more angelic before we get there or will it be fine to appear in jeans to your friends?"
"Once we tell them it's a trick and you're not really an angel, appearance won't matter a bit. I'd recommend not using the word 'demon,' but we shouldn't need to hide anything else."
"I could tell them I'm an apsel. That's my most fluent demon language's word for demon. Means 'maker'."
"That's much better. And more accurate, if your 'angels' and 'demons' have nothing in common with religious ones but the names."
In the courtyard, Cam makes a sleek little silver spaceship.
Hank is walking around the spaceship trying not to make it obvious that he has no idea where the door handles are supposed to be.
"I can take these wings off just as easy as the last set. My balance is kind of terrible without wings at all, though, they help a lot - even being without the tail is throwing me off. I think once you have stuff under control here I'll go someplace without so much Christian iconography and just be a dude with wings and a tail." Cam opens the door and slides into the pilot's chair. "Build my Mars colony, make humanitarian visits to aboriginal Australians."
Hank climbs into the vehicle.
"We want to go about fifty miles northeast from here. If you stay above the widest roads, it should be easy for me to find."
He orients to north, and flies northeast at a sedate pace.
"The distance is greater when you're not flying, but yes, I had the same reaction. Would you believe an armed and armored knight can travel faster on a bicycle?"
Oh, and, I don't know what sort of bicycles you have in the future, but these were the most technologically advanced penny farthings available."
"The motorcycle I mentioned is like a bike with an engine. I don't know what a penny-farthing bicycle is. Is it one of those hilarious ones with the different sized wheels? Because that just improves the armored knight mental image about tenfold."
"Do yours have the same size wheels? How do you avoid having to pedal inhumanly fast to go the same speed? That would just be undignified. Those poor twenty-third century knights."
"I have not extensively studied bicycles but suspect gears are involved. Remind me when we've got a spare minute and I'll make one for you to take apart. Also, knights, not such a thing in the twenty-third century."
"Oh, good. They do exist where I'm from, but you mostly get the title by earning it, which is much more palatable."
"I wouldn't say political. Just that everyone ought to be judged by what he can do and not by how he was born. This is rather a vexing century to be in, and I'm glad the future is better."
"Mm-hm. Bet with enough poking and prodding and demon magic we can get it better on relevant axes by the time the year eight hundred rolls around."
"Yes, but once we have the first place upgraded, it should spread easily enough. Every nation wanting to keep up with its neighbor ought to make our job easier."