You know, sometimes you make me wonder how you made it as long as you did.

[Leona leans back again, tapping Kalim on his nose, and when his finger touches Kalim's nose he unfolds big, big feathery wings— completely black on the underside apart from a flash of white ticking the ends of the outermost feathers.

The wings drip and ooze ink, and with them out and blocking the sun from behind him, Leona's face looks darker, his eyes glowing in the shadow. His horns look much more imposing, at this angle, and it's a bit clearer that the ends of his hair aren't going up in smoke— but in fading ink, the same ink his wings are dripping with.

With that cold stare and those details... well, he looks just as standoffish as he wants to look.]

I got put in hell. I just came up here for a nap.