His fingers idly move from one feather to another, shimmery blue coloured nails forming a lovely contrast against the gold. Such different colours coming together to form an incredible pair. Oh doesn't that sound strangely familiar though. He tips his head to one side, seemingly scrutinizing the feather beneath his fingers, even if that's not what he's looking at anymore. Oh no, the river spirit's eyes have drifted just a little up from the feather clad shoulder and they're focusing in on, instead, on the gold flecks on the phoenix's skin that he can see just below the mask. Oh how he'd love to reach out and touch those gold flakes though.

Perhaps a private meeting with his vulture is in order before the night is out. Matters to discuss and whatnot, of course.

"Worry about me and my social skills, do you?"