"What, the wings?" Almost as if in response, the muscles twitched underneath his shirt. There were many times when he wished he still had them; hell, he was working back towards his angelic status, he always wished he had them. Not now, though. Not for a long time, and he knew it. He still had a lot of redeeming to do before they even began to look less... well, scraggly and gross.
"We'll see to this whole... strengths and weaknesses thing, hm?" Despite being partnered with him, he wasn't quite letting his guard down yet. Especially not at work. Something about a professional work environment and all that.
With the suggestion of his parting, he just shrugged and nodded towards the door. "Alright, alright. Escape me, then." He lead Angelo back into the main hallway. It was starting to get a bit darker out and the setting sun was casting long shadows over all his furniture. The way his apartment was decorated, in that old French style, made the whole place looked rather... dated. Almost like a wishful painting.
"Yeah, the wings." He'd thought that mostly went without saying. He trailed behind Tybalt, zigging into the kitchen to retrieve his bag and jacket, pulling it on by the doorway.