He'd breathed the words rather than just said them, and despite his statement from only a couple of minutes ago, he reached out with one hand and ran his fingers over the feathers. They were soft to the touch, and a nervous smile touched his lips as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth with his free hand.
"I thought they'd feel leathery, like a dragon's wings," he said thoughtfully. "But I guess the heavenly host really does have feathers, not scales." There was a pause while Oliver raked hair out of his face and put the Marlboro back in his mouth, and then he nodded as if he'd just made a decision.
"Can you teleport for two? I'd like that tour now."