Murmur made a face. "Ugh, royalty. Always claiming to possess the blood of the divine or some such nonsense," He gestured vaguely, tone clearly disgusted. "No, Charles, you have the blood of inbreeding that does not make you special." Apparently Jon managed to pull Murmur out of his sulking and straight into shit talking, which is a remarkable skill!

Jon really was very easy to talk to. And yes, angels were just really quite terrible to each other.

There's a hint of amusement that flickered across his features and through the bond. "The gloves were intended to help you tolerate the cold longer," So yes, it was the latter.

I enjoy your company. Stay. Is the response, just in case he needed that additional clarification. Truth be told he understood, Murmur could also be socially blind given how long it's been since he's last been around humans. Even with the empathy he didn't always pick up on the more subtle cues.