"Oh I think so. It fits quite well." Just like his fingers but he wouldn't go down that road just yet. They weren't - intimate enough to go down that route just yet. Yet, there was hope. Or was it folly and a fantasy? She wouldn't look at him twice if he hadn't stroked down her wings like that. "Well you're hot. And Stuff is better than saying 'tits' in the hall..." He shot her a grin and a wink then.