"A true statement, if I ever did hear one."
Xaver's low, thick tones, easily made sharper by the foreign lilt in his voice, intoned as suddenly, and bluntly as he appeared. Out of literal nowhere, a few yards from them.
His arms were pulled back, his hands clasped loosely at the small of his back, the muscles of his shoulders pulled taught, as athletically lean, and powerful as he was. His mouth was pulled into a halfish smile, one corner tipped slightly upward, whilst the other left his true emotion to wonder, though the dark, moody blue oceans of his gaze were at ease. His tall creature was clad completely in black hues, from his dark shoes, and jeans, to the cotton shirt he wore, torn at the back where the silken, black enormities of his wings protruded, folded easily, naturally, behind him.
He was coated in a film of dirt, and the ridge of the knuckles of his right hand were bloody, though there was no injury. No visibly broken skin.
..Not anymore.
His gaze flickered to Cody, not even needing to be a powerful empath to pick up the frustrated wavelengths rolling off the young boy. Xaver's expression changed little, but the glance was full of far more affection and greeting than most would ever comprehend.
"Making friends?"
A light question, that meant more than the actual words inquired.