He doesn't want to talk to Yennefer right now, or anytime soon, or maybe ever about this, but maybe one day he will. Maybe one not-day he will.

Maybe he'll ever have a day where he simply talks to Yennefer without them both playing several constantly ticking timebombs of games at once, but he sincerely doubts it.

He buzzes with appreciate at Istredd's wings and its a farcry to a distant past at the vehemence he felt at witnessing Dean Winchester's wing envy display.

"Well," he says loftily, chiming through their mind, his grin not so much witnessed through the skull as felt, "why don't we give them a test run?"