She was ready to agree to go on a flight with him but her mouth quickly closed when he finally showed her what he was. She was rooted to the spot as she stared at Lucien, completely speechless. She'd never met an actual angel before, demons yes, and she honestly didn't know what to make of it. She knew they had to exist; if demons like Jerome were walking around, then it would make sense that their counterparts would be roaming around somewhere as well.
The light press of his feathers against Rogue's back snapped her out of her thoughts. She let out a slow breath and moved forward but only one step. "Far be it from me to question an angel," she started, "but are you sure I can't hurt you? I mean, I get that you're not like us but neither were the Leviathans and my touch worked on them."