"Paige.. he ain't normal lookin'. Ah think Ah'm right qualified to say that too." His arm moved around to set his hand on Paige's back gently, tipping his head to rest against hers.
"Yer talkin' 'bout a guy who, if his wings are like mine.. when he get's all worked up an' stressed out.. he's gotta worry 'bout moulting. Like an over worked hen.. moultin'!" Luckily, he was one person in the mansion who could probably best shed light on the embarrassing parts of Warren's mutation. "'Sides, wood, metal, 'er even that cotton battin' y'all were talkin' 'bout. Yer still Paige."