Clint & Duma
Duma laughed silently as Clint took the opportunity to touch his feathers. Honestly, he wasn't sure how they felt to other people. Were they soft? Did they feel dirty because of the taint from Hell? His shoulders tensed, suddenly self-conscious. The wings disappeared again after a moment and he turned, holding up a finger for 'one moment'. Then he gestured over his beer glass and it changed into a gin and tonic, olive and all. Lifting his glass, he winked at Clint and sipped it.