Molly's mind flows along his own, liquid, bright and unavoidable. Most people, when he first tries them, he catches scents and senses of thoughts before anything slips into making sense. Molly, she's /there/. She could be reading herself to him.

And she knows and..

"Molly! I can remember that too."

He says. And he takes his hand right back after, knowing she knows.

Adding a bit sheepishly after: "I dun bite, I promise."

Meanwhile and yes- the wings /are/ real.