Azrael thought about it. He didn't really tend to fly around. It had been so long since he had properly stretched out his wings and took to the skies. All that time spent in hiding meant he couldn't reveal himself. He had to try and minimise his use of essence in those years, keeping off the radar while still trying to do his job with what few helpers he had.
Azrael had been wanting to show Yves the roads and the sights from the ground, but now? Now he wanted to take to the skies with his old friend. "How about we fly, babe" he said, mimicking his friends use of language. "Come on, we can see the city from above. My bar's not entirely central so we should get to see a good amount of the city" he smiled, holding his hand out. As he did so, two large black wings unfurled and stretched out. He looked like a bird that had just had its wings unclipped. A bird that had finally set its talons outside the confines of a cage.