[Pauses, too, until his coat hits the ground; he moves, then, shifting again slightly, his wing brushing against his back, running up his spine, feeling him much better now that the extra layer of clothes is missing]
[He closes his eyes and sighs, partly in unexplainable relief, partly in agreement] I... [Almost says "I know", but there's another thing tugging at him, and the words morph in his mouth, almost like he has no control over them]
I'm sorry if I'm different from what you expected.