Coby laughed, joy-love-heat in the sound. "Very," he breathed over Anael's pulse. "Think of all the time we spent with my mouth and my hands not on you while I was trying to fly. I need to make up for that. And your wings - " Coby didn't touch the wings now, while Anael was flying, but he curled his fingers along his spine in the space between them. "They're just calling for my attention."