"Modesty is highly over-rated," Warren pointed out. "And please do." He twitched his wings slightly and let them draw farther away from JP, still smiling. "Warn me, that is. The wings are rather inflammable, I'd appreciate notice to make sure they're out of range of the conflagration."
His smile grew significantly wider as JP continued, and ended with another quiet laugh. "Oh yes, regularly," he assured him, smile slipping into something closer to a smirk. "Though you've under-estimated the debauchery extensively, I'm afraid. A fine vintage is best appreciated from between the breasts of a beautiful young woman, or the chiseled abs of gorgeous man." He winked, letting his wings flex under JP's scrutiny.
"I'm glad your holiday was...satisfying. And I envy the brevity of your conversation with your mother."