"I'd like that," he accepts, unfurling his wings and stands up, lifting up the half-eaten chicken with his mouth. He's sure he's going to turn a few more heads than he already has, but he figures it doesn't matter, ultimately. He tries to speak again, but it is muffled by the chicken, so he gives up on speaking. Leaving behind tracks of his clawed feet in the soft dirt, he walks over to the sidewalk, to follow the woman to this place of prayer.