"Much more lively than I did at the end of yesterday," he stretches again - something pops in his upper spine and he grunts in a combination of pleasure and discomfort as he rolls his neck, then pushes himself up into a sitting position at the edge of the bed (sheet draped over his waist - if she's dressed, he'll not 'torment' her with his own nudity just yet) and shrugs his wings slightly. "This is definitely not the body of a teenaged youth."

A smirk.

"Though I seem to believe you prefer the more aged and experienced model."