Julien laughs, shakes his head. "That is a weird reason to grow wings, but I guess the reasons here are different, anyway." He inspects Joker's wings openly, his fingers curling and stretching out at his sides. He would like to touch, to feel for the joints and how they intersect with the man's body. You just don't do that, of course, but he doesn't see anything wrong with wanting.

"I've had wings for... man. More than a year too, by now. They work pretty differently back home, though - no one's a hexapod, I think." Maybe if someone became buggy? But they'd probably have to shrink for that.