"Oh thank you, I didn't even notice that." His tone was sarcastic and angry. He tried summoning his wings, but they kept being in the shape of bats and he was to irritated to cut them off until he got his feathers back.
He very much wanted to set Satan's tree on fire, but didn't.
"Good." He could fly there, but he didn't want to see the wings again. They weren't his and until he got his own back he could walk. He spared a glance to the tree before beginning to walk. He figured Satan could follow if he wanted. He just needed space, and to clear his head.