A concrete-heated breeze swept past both of them, and Matthew spread both wings and caught it, flapping with a dull thwupthwup sound, banking, and coming back to appropriate one of Angel's broad shoulders. The raven was big, twice as big as normal ravens, and no light weight as he adjusted his feet to a proper grip. Feathers scraped past Angel's cheek. "Whatever you're thinking, you might as well ask it," he said, moderating his voice so it was more of a private croak.