"Hmm." Thomas stood for a moment, watching the wings flutter. "Lush." His head tilted one way. "Lush." His head tilted the other way. It was as if he were trying the word out. Thomas knew many words, very many, but there were times he had to test them to see if they fit, especially in this ridiculous mouth.
"Lush. Mm. Might work, might work. I like 'delicious' - or 'splendiforous!' That's a word. Yes. They're quite nice all the same." He took a few steps closer, staring at her wings. It wasn't exactly the stare a child would give as he thought about ripping the wings from a butterfly, but it wasn't one of pure childlike admiration either. It was somewhere wavering in between. He wanted to touch and that was all he knew.