[Nero surrenders his hand for her review and approval, wiggling the fingers and gently grasping hers in a way he... well. He's never been able to do that with his right hand, though it was normal and human for most of his life up until that injury in the forest when he was a teenager. They'd both gotten used to the Devil Bringer, as strange and weird as it was, and he'd had that for the entirety of their romantic relationship.

He looks a bit bashful as he gives that wing a little flex, then lets it vanish away so as not to draw yet more attention from the passengers.]

I'm glad you think so. I know it's all really weird but... I guess you're used to it with me by now, huh?

[He is now perfectly crimson. And yep... here comes the nose itch.] I, uh... I'll show you the rest later.