Greed might not want to admit it, but if Murmur disappeared forever there would be a part of him that missed the feathery pain in his ass. Even if he does come and go as he damn well pleases and is absolutely not at all deferential. It would be weird if he were, would it not?
After giving himself a thorough shake to remove any stray soot from his feathers Murmur dismisses the wings unto wherever it is they hide when he's not showing off. The whole pack didn't need to know his secrets just yet, they still hadn't been tested. After ensuring his tattoos were back in hiding and he looked proper enough he'd turn to follow Greed back down the cluttered dim hallways. "I've told you to stop making assumptions about me, haven't I?" He chided, tone sing-song as he did, an amused lilt replacing his usual monotone. There was a reason he'd been so insistent, and that reason would persist despite Greed's best efforts. Blood angels were known to be unpredictable, and even cool-tempered Murmur was no exception.
"You would have me no other way."
It was just their dynamic. Greed needed someone to pull him out of trouble when he got in too deep, deeper than his cohorts could reach. In return he'd be frustrated and annoyed, because angels were just like that. Ever the light within the dark, for without one how could someone recognize the other? "I think it is more likely they who will be disturbed by my presence than the other way around." Demons didn't bother him, he'd met far more despicable beings than the lot Greed had drummed up. "Perhaps now that the imminent threat is tempered your pup will be calmer." Smarter? No, probably not, but perhaps less obnoxious.
He ponders the offered accommodations a moment. "Does the window open?" If so, it would be a very convenient perch. He could hop in and out at his leisure, no need for fancy hell gate doors. Trailing along behind, he also stops to inspect Bido's work, nodding in approval. He followed the directions well, that should buy them some time and give Murmur the breathing room to reinforce these wards with something a little more durable. "You think so? I simply assumed he was as interested in safeguarding his home as the rest." Offering a nod he pulls away from his inspection to return to following. Tea does sound lovely right about now.
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After giving himself a thorough shake to remove any stray soot from his feathers Murmur dismisses the wings unto wherever it is they hide when he's not showing off. The whole pack didn't need to know his secrets just yet, they still hadn't been tested. After ensuring his tattoos were back in hiding and he looked proper enough he'd turn to follow Greed back down the cluttered dim hallways. "I've told you to stop making assumptions about me, haven't I?" He chided, tone sing-song as he did, an amused lilt replacing his usual monotone. There was a reason he'd been so insistent, and that reason would persist despite Greed's best efforts. Blood angels were known to be unpredictable, and even cool-tempered Murmur was no exception.
"You would have me no other way."
It was just their dynamic. Greed needed someone to pull him out of trouble when he got in too deep, deeper than his cohorts could reach. In return he'd be frustrated and annoyed, because angels were just like that. Ever the light within the dark, for without one how could someone recognize the other? "I think it is more likely they who will be disturbed by my presence than the other way around." Demons didn't bother him, he'd met far more despicable beings than the lot Greed had drummed up. "Perhaps now that the imminent threat is tempered your pup will be calmer." Smarter? No, probably not, but perhaps less obnoxious.
He ponders the offered accommodations a moment. "Does the window open?" If so, it would be a very convenient perch. He could hop in and out at his leisure, no need for fancy hell gate doors. Trailing along behind, he also stops to inspect Bido's work, nodding in approval. He followed the directions well, that should buy them some time and give Murmur the breathing room to reinforce these wards with something a little more durable. "You think so? I simply assumed he was as interested in safeguarding his home as the rest." Offering a nod he pulls away from his inspection to return to following. Tea does sound lovely right about now.