"Mm. Into your back. They don't come off? They're always on your back?" He'd gotten that that was how it worked, but seeing it so close he'd realized what he might have done wrong with the cupids. His lips thinned, and he actually looked sad. His long fingers started to trace higher and higher, getting very close to where the wings emerged from her back.
"You can't just take them off? You have to sleep with them?" He didn't like this idea, sleeping with wings couldn't be easy. He had a hard enough times with the bits that stuck out of him as it was. "Do you like them? Do you wish they were gone?"
He would do that for her, find some way to remove them. Not right now because he was powerless, but he'd remember. She was nice. He would remember the ones who had been nice to him. He'd pay them back.