[He gives a little squeak - completely at odds with his menacing form - and just stares at the scenery as it passes. It's hard to enjoy it, with the churning in his stomach, and the way the wind causes his eyes to water. There was still a strange rush there, which was both thrilling and frightening. It was nothing like being on the water. For one thing, his feet at least had something to stand on, and weren't just dangling freely.]
[Once back on the ground, his eyes were downcast so that she didn't have to look at how glad he was to be on the ground again. He didn't want to disappoint her, since she was so into the idea of flying. ...of course, he was inadvertently staring, now, and so his eyes snapped back up as his cheeks reddened. For some reason, he had been able to ignore the face she was naked, for the most part, until now.] A-ah, sorry. I, uh... Aren't you cold? [He reached back as if he was going for his cloak, but of course there was nothing there.]