[It's... somewhat tentative, not entirely out of a need to act hesitant, but he slowly makes an effort to let his own wings hang a little more loose, not for comfort but almost as if testing the thought Eli presents. A grimace crosses his face as he does it.]
You're not wrong. [If they could just drop them off their shoulders, maybe, but as it is? Well.]
Something almost like an itch you can't hope to scratch.