She smiles, a reassuring expression because she can feel the uncertainty in the air. "Oh, I don't mind if you bite, it's just a matter of when you do it."

Laughing a little, she shoves her hands into the pockets of her trouser. "Besides, I find that some of the best sorts of people have a bite or two in them."

Her wings move again, this time moving to curl curl around her and, in turn, him. It's a silent offer, a welcoming for him to touch them if he so chose.