Fell had a point about the rude gesture... and the ankles, his head tilted in acknowledgement of that but none of it would be taken back.

"It's what I could see from where I was. Just white wing tips and ankles... until I slithered past and took on human form."

His eyes drifted to his wine, just watching the red liquid swirl lightly around in his glass when ever the table vibrated slightly.

"We might have done that you know. Had some sort of Victorian rendezvous. A mask in some grand ballroom, I'd like to remember that if we did."