Ducks and genies. Now flowers and pixies? That was what the wings meant. He was fairly certain it was. That or fairy. He liked the wings. They were so very nice and pretty. He even liked the ears. Of all the creatures he'd brought, she was one he'd wanted to touch. Or he felt he wanted to the moment he saw them.
"You have nice wings. They are so very delicious." He was very forward, very forward. The wings and the ears. And the hair. He was fascinated by how she looked, and now that he had a body, he had never felt such an urge to use it.