[Cake]

Loric was not in the habit of speaking with humans or cooperating with them. The word friend earned a disdainful grimace, but it was his only reaction. He was escorted by a group of men, though he did not feel threatened by them. That he did as they asked was out of his own interest only, and if he agreed once he saw this "Damian" then he would go through with it. If not, he had no interest in playing by their rules. They opened the door for him. He stood in the doorway, surveying the sleeping figure, taking in a slow, deep breath as he smelled the carrier's scent. After a moment he stepped inside, which seemed to be his approval. He pounced on the sleeping Fallen like a predator, straddling his body as his hand closed on the boy's throat.

Esten follows along. "I should be alright." He's used to all seasons of weather, and right now he feels warmer than usual, in an intense heat. It would almost be a relief. Even if it's not comfortable, he would survive. The blast of cold air from the door was a little surprising. He stepped inside, looking over the beautiful creature-- he's never seen one quite like him, either, male or not. He nods. "Most are female. I'm the only male I've known of, but that doesn't mean there aren't more. . . Is it getting colder in here?" he asks. Even the places where he had almost been warm-- the feathers covered his wings, shoulders, and from his thighs down, where his feet became bird-like and ended in talons. Even those places were steadily getting colder and he shivered.

( : ) Fine with me.)