He might be tired. Bigger wings, bigger motion. I wouldn't want to heft a human body around all the time. Part of the reason I don't. Or maybe he doesn't want to be away from you? Fly with him.
I am a bit. And see there, that is one of the reasons I love you. Voice of reason. Fly with the boy a while, I'll... well, no, that'll be telling. But give me ten minutes, then get your glittery butt back here.