"An ophan? How wonderful to be made of fire. Are you hot to the touch?"

Hunter's fingers came out tentatively and wanted to touch Rota's wings but would that seem to be rude? Intrusive? For such a powerful creature such as he. The singer's gaze was transfixed on the eyes and the plumage. Lucifer was his king. How regal and slightly terrifying at the same time.

"Yes, a rebel indeed. You believe he would like my style, blomma? The way I dress and the way I am rather loud and exuberant?"

He offered a coy glance.