He strokes Mister Break's hair, bringing his face closer to his good shoulder. The flight is short, and as unnatural as one would expect from any one winged creature, almost like floating but for the occasional flapping of feathers in the wind.

Alighting on a rooftop, he looks down at the market bellow, the wind blowing on his attentive face. His closeness to the edge should be clue enough that he is not afraid of heights. In the fake sunlight, he is even brighter, his suit now a pristine white with black lapels and cuffs. He offers Mister Break the brightest and most unrepentant smile.

'God's power is not something to be revealed so casually. You should know that better than anyone.'