[There's the brief flare of his eyes in the semi-dark when he almost knocks the young man off his feet. With more care this time, he refolds his wings, tucking them in close to his body in a way that seems almost contrite.

He flashes a smile, filled with razorblade teeth. Manages to make the expression apologetic despite that.]

Oh. I'm sorry my dear, I'm just ah, well I'm not quite used to having them, I suppose. Didn't realise they'd take up quite so much space.