If Robin was ever one to blush, he'd lost that kind of shame at least a million years ago, and only rests his cheek in one hand propped up by an elbow on his desk, offering a smile, lascivious and full of too many teeth, across the table at Nuriko. It's just the kind of gossip he likes to muse on the best. The dirty kind.

At any rate, he can relate. There's something about Ishiah. His habit of wrapping his wings around what he wants to keep safe like some nervous mother bird. He gives a snort of laughter.

"If only everyone in the world could feel so wanted. Maybe there'd be fewer strifes. As much as I like a good, hard tussle, I could get behind that, I think."