He was brushing off his black leather pants like they were actually dirty when he realized there was a woman - no, a goddess and a very young one at that standing near him. Oops. He hadn't almost landed on her had he? He straightened up and smiled charmingly at her, "Oh yeah. They're fine. I've been doing landings like that for ages now." Crow Eric stretched his arms over his head, straightening his back out full until it popped just a little bit. That was better.
Leaning up against the tree trunk, he glanced up at scattered crows in the branches who were sort of staring at the woman with the occasional ruffled feather and quiet caws. Crows were a 'problem' in New York. Some said they were as bad as pigeons (what an insult!). "Nice day for a stroll, isn't it?"