[ Of course I wouldn't. It's music to his ears. He's so happy to hear that Mista would come when he called for him. He's doing something right, so he's just going to keep doing things that give him the results he wants. Right now, he wants Mista's hands on him. While he had put every effort into keeping his identity hidden for maintaining something else, he just had to make some modifications to the full truth. ]

I'm --

[ The smile he wears leans into being just a bit dangerous. His wings are enveloping them both. He seems to have such easy control over the additions, as if they were a natural part of his being, father seeming to be true when he answers the question of what almost fully honestly. ]

I'm an angel.

[ He presses in close, making sure there's no distance between the two of them. His arms around Mista's neck, he leans in, and the words come out as a whisper: ]

I usually have many more wings than what you're singing now. But I didn't come here to show you my wings.

[ A dangerous flicker behind his eyes. ]

I asked you here because I want you to help me this Iris.

[ It's a lot to ask, and it could cross boundaries if he had any care about something like that. But this was what he had wanted, and he was going to get it, even if it meant saying whatever he had to get there. He shifted, sinking his teeth into Mista's neck, only briefly. He subdues the temptation to draw blood. ]