Fisher was apprehensive and eager. He should have known Nox was going to get shirtless in front of him, but truthfully he hadn't expected it to happen. He was shocked for a second as the coat and vest were stripped, not registering that he was being spoken to for a few seconds. "You can't force me to talk to you," he reminded the demon. "But fine. I owe you a favor, that sounds fair." He couldn't think of what kind of favor Nox could possibly ask of him aside from 'talk', and talking was not something he could guarantee. But he would try at least.
Fisher could see Nox was nervous, and for a moment (when the guy was completely bare chested and exposed) he contemplated telling him he didn't have to do this. But as he opened is mouth, the wings came out, massive and imposing and startling beautiful. It left Fisher breathless a moment, frozen to the spot just staring. Nox was right, they did look like something out of a horror movie. But Fisher was exactly the type to appreciate something like this.
Stirring from his shock, Fisher slowly got to his feet, coming toward Nox. The wings made a faint noise as they moved, and it made Fisher smile faintly. Standing before the demon, chests almost together, he reached out to stroke along the top of the left wing, fingers gentle and careful, following over the curve of the other man's shoulder. "Wow," he said softly, obviously very pleased with what he saw. "They're beautiful."