"I think you'd look ...different with a beak," Mikey said. "And that you might then be angry to have that beak and use it to peck me." So really it was absolutely a good thing that there were wings. In fact he almost deserved a pat on the back. Though he was getting that niggling sense that Nate was mocking him again. "If you'd particularly like a beak, however, do feel free to drop round another time and I'll see what I can do. Maybe we could make it a weekly thing." It would look good on his notes if nothing else. 'Friday - give assistant beak (claws/tail/horn??)'.
He took one look at the fluttering wings, another at Nate's pleading face and then made up his mind. "For the sake of science," he said solemnly, not doing the best job of holding back his grin. Well, whatever, he couldn't pretend that he didn't want to see whether they worked in full or not. "I think we could probably make time for a little trip outside." He glanced around the room for anything he might want to bring and settled in the end on a quill and a foot of parchment, both of which he shoved in a pocket in his robes.
"Right," he said, gesturing to the doorway. "Shall we?"