"You are adorably enthusiastic about the possibility of me having wings."

"I want you to fly. Flying is good."

"Adorable," she repeats fondly. "Flying is pretty cool, though, you're right."

"I am!"

He hugs her.

Hugs. "They're probably going to start Sean on it sooner than me; Hank just has to build his flight suit first but they're having me do dry runs of wing shapes before live testing them."

"Makes sense."

"Mhm. Of course, the live tests'll be way harder. Reacting to stuff in the air with the right wing shape'll be a lot more difficult than pulling it on a command."

"True."

Snuggle. "Honestly I was kind of surprised to see you in human form when I came in."

Shrug. "I like beds."

"I mean I was surprised you were less than ten feet tall, not that you weren't a dragon," she clarifies.

"If I was ten feet tall it wouldn't seem like there was nearly as much bed!"

Giggle. "I suppose this is true."

Snuggle.

Snuggle. "I am so torn, I should probably go do wing dry runs but this is so cozy."

"Wing dry runs are a good idea but I think I favour coziness."

"I'm tempted to invite you to come watch when I do go do that but I'm going to want to spend a good while on it and I'm not sure if it'll be comfortable for you to...not interrupt."

He laughs.

"I don't know, watching sounds like fun."

"Fair warning, if someone else notices your boner, that would be multiple different kinds of socially awkward."

He giggles.

"Multiple different kinds?"

"There's the part where it's a boner in public and the part where it's caused by blood and wounds."

"But such attractive blood and wounds."

"I love you but your level of appreciation for me getting gloriously fucked up is not normal."

"I know." Kiss.

Kiss. "Delightful, though."