"It relies on my stamina, but a few hours," Lance shrugged his shoulders. "Actually, it depends on how high I go. I need oxygen if I go too high up. I can use a little thermokinesis to give myself a boost so I can fly very high up." Too bad he couldn't really go anywhere with it. He could fly home in Newark whenever he wanted to do so. If he only could install a cloaking device. But he does smile anyway when he says, "It is pretty sweet to fly. And it took a lot of practice and discipline to get where I am!" Lance felt proud of that fact. Not everyone could fly, even if they had wings.
Lance did feel happy for his metamorph ability because he would probably avoid going out. He did before but he had to bind his wings and wear a huge coat which always made him look like a hunchback. Now, he could be himself.
"Well, I guess we'll see..." Lance shrugged his shoulders as he rubbed his neck. He watched Duck perform his curls and looked thoughtful for a second before shaking his head, "No, do it in a more smooth motion. You want to feel your muscles stretching..." he demonstrated.