"Geemanee." Miles frowned, but kept his cool. It'd be great if he could act like a regular eighteen-year old. Although, let's be real. Nothing about his life was relatively regular.
He looked at the baby in Chris' arms, then met his gaze with the woman who was approaching. "Meeting so many new people in one day," he said nonchalantly, assessing this new figure from head to toe. He straightened to his full height, wings still unfurled to their full width. Not that he was attempting to intimidate - he was more standing his ground.
