"Maybe only to you and me," Childermass says, shrug as evident in his voice as he can possibly make it without, you know, actually shrugging. "Could be that's how birds are meant to dance in Eden. I wouldn't know, would I? I'm only a dog."

Yes, only a dog, no experience flying whatsoever over here.

"Flying looks a bit like dancing anyway, doesn't it? Just in the air."