"That's hardly new. And who knows - knowing you, you could take a few angry spirits and turn them into something helpful."

He reached back when Maxwell mentioned his wings, and tugged on them gently.

"My only complaint is that they aren't at all functional," he said wistfully. "I suppose they thought that would be altogether too helpful." He turned back, glancing at Maxwell's hand. "... then again. I suppose you already know about the magic."