Speaking of wings - with a little shiver of self-consciousness, he draws them back in, rolling his shoulders slightly. Meanwhile, she's - laughing, maybe hysterically? Or... at him?

His expression drops into a little moue for a moment, wondering what in the world is so funny, when she pulls herself back together. Perhaps just hysterics, then. Her name is enough to make him smile again.

"Sunshine," he says, and takes her hand again. "Something tells me that's very appropriate." Baker actually sounds rather exciting to him, but he refrains from comment for the moment. "Are you all right? I mean... that was rather... medieval, really."