His wings aren't a secret Michael makes an effort to keep. They aren't something the average person can see, so it's simply easier not to mention them. Angel isn't a term that means much to the locals. It's the leviathan jaws he prefers to keep under wraps—thankfully, the man gave him no occasion to use them.

Michael's used to being responsible for keeping sight of the goal. Nanaue loses focus more easily than others but he's also less argumentative than most about being put back on track, so all is forgiven.

"Bad mask." He turns it over in his hands. Nothing about it strikes him as particularly cursed. "Or bad magic, or bad materials. That's for the elders to figure out."