A whistle escaped him, both from jealousy and being impressed. He tried to imagine them on Caine, almost did. It would be a hell of a sight, that was for sure. He couldn't imagine going that fast under your own power, couldn't imagine the way it felt to pump your wings, strain them, touch the sky. Yeah, he was a little jealous.

"I could, but I don't think it's a good idea to mess with them," he shook his head. "They're... I didn't exactly come by them normally, remember?"