[ His face resumes a more neutral cast, and his posture--doesn't stiffen, exactly, but it rights itself to something more formal, as does his speech. ]

Creatures with wings are not meant for cages. No matter what piece of yourself you may choose to give to me, so long as you deem it so, I will not close turn the key to lock you in. If I should become a creature so twisted by jealousy or greed, I would ask you destroy me, first.

[ He put out the butt of his cigarette against the wood of the desk he's sitting at. ]