He's watching her eyes.

At least pain is still pain... and he knows to avoid that...

Although he's tempted to stop minding his manners - she's threatening, but threats only give him a charge now. Some logical remnant in his brain knows that he can't push her too far, though. Servants are a dime a dozen.

Still... the smile isn't going anywhere.

The wings curl around her, but don't touch her just yet.

"At your service, my dear."