Re: Clint & Duma
That certainly was to his credit. Duma smiled, laughing silently as Clint took his time to recompose himself. He bit his bottom lip as he waited for Clint, then sipped the beer again. It wasn't great but he'd deal with it because he'd ordered it. He nodded at the question, shifting away from the bar for a moment. And in that instant, his wings appeared - large and ashen grey, almost black at the tips. He didn't spread them but turned to let Clint touch if he wanted.