"A dentist," Pete marveled. He took a step back, brushed a few feathers off his abs, and gave Ryland a good once over. "Amazing."
One feather stuck stubbornly to his elbow; he plucked it off, stuck it carefully onto a somewhat bare patch on Mikey's ass, and took two steps forward so he could push up on his toes and kiss Ryland's jaw. "Mikey and I would be terrified, were we not of sound and courageous Gryffindor stock. Right, Mikey?"