Yves hadn't been expecting Azrael's answer, but it made his heart give a little lazy leap of happiness similar to the way it had been when they were all younger and flying around and things had been so much simpler with not as much politics.
"You sure?" he grinned at Azrael's mimicking tone, even though he saw Azrael put his wings out he still wanted to ask. "I know you spent a lot of time under the radar before you came here, making sure certain people didn't find you." They both knew who Yves was talking about. "But if you're sure, then I'm all for it."
After all, there was reason they couldn't. Preya was safe, they had all the time and freedom and happiness in the world here.
Yves stood back slightly and with a lazy roll of his shoulders his wings unfurled from behind him, stretching out. They were a deep midnight blue, dazzling bronze and silver, clearly Yves had been taking good care of them but it was difficult to reach all the places so for all he knew he might have had a few crumpled feathers in places.
"Wow, that feels good." He sighed, looking at Azrael with a smile. "My little blackbird," he teased.