Richard glares at him. He looks small, so ordinary, and he squints maybe trying to see just what he is. What he is at home because Mur should know. He can feel the level of power and authority in him, he was so stupid to have doubted.

His eyes narrow, "Why did you dress me like that? It looks ridiculous. And trust me if I could I would. There's such a...a flood of information. I was - I keep looking at me and trying to figure out just what I am."

He pauses, "Alex. Alex. Where's Alex." His wings flutter - on some other plane he feels them - and he looks around panicked, "She can't see us like this! I'm taking you back to my room and you're dressing right. And I'll...I'll..."

Fuck.

He glares, then lowers his gaze, "Please help me."

It's too much.