"I think about all that all the time." Thomas sighed. "How small they are, how hard they are, how they cut if I'm not careful. Not my nose. But everything else. I wish I had wings. I'd fly everywhere. I'd be everywhere. Not stuck on these stupid feet." He looked down at the decently sized feet at the end of his gangly legs. Why had the damned crone picked this body?
With a sigh that asked what was he to do but live with it while he had to, he looked up at her. Or more he looked at her eartips then her wings. He took a step closer.
"Do you let people touch them? I'd really love to touch them. Always wanted to touch wings, don't get much wings here. Can I touch them?" He whispered his request, sounding so very like an awestruck child, or a very creepy old guy. Gollum and his precious, not that Thomas really knew that particular reference, so he wouldn't know how he was acting could be a little bothersome.