"Are you a good passenger, or do you get airsick?" Lucien asked with a smile. "It's sort of important to know if I should hold you facing me or facing away, should the situation come up."
He noticed Rogue's blush and held out his hand. "Was I too blunt? I get that way sometimes. Take off your glove and hold my hand while we walk."
Without saying anything else he let his wings fade back into reality. Almost 40 feet tip to tip as he stretched them out on display. Black enough to almost hurt the eyes where they rooted to his shoulder, fading to charcoal grey at the tips of his primary flight feathers.