Her wand waving was making him nervous, and for good reason. When she finished her counter-charm, he flew off the bed, bounced off the floor, and landed in a heap on the chair. He looked back... and the wings were still there. He sighed and moved to a sitting position in the chair.
"You don't have to blast me across the room, Lil," he said, waving his hands before him in surrender. "I don't want to fight. I'm sorry. I'm not worried about this. I'll walk around with these wings proudly, if I have you on my arm."