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Phenex loved the feeling of being watched. Feeling their gaze on you as it made its way from head to toe, Phen could live on just that. He doesn't bother giving Erimael the same treatment, he knows Wings are fully capable of altering their appearance, or at least making it seem so. Instead his own eyes rest on the strangers face, unmoving. He'll have to rely on other, less physical, traits. He enjoys the reaction he gets from his comment, and he lets it show. Phen is the personification of 'throwing caution to the wind'. Call it arrogance, or maybe being a leader has gone to his head, but he worries about very few things and does mostly whatever he pleases.
He's thinking the same thing the Wing is, if they decided to duke it out right here in the street, he'd probably lose. There's no use lying to himself about that. Phen's always relied on his words, on having some sort of leverage against his enemy, this certainly was not a situation he had proper time to prepare for.
It's not surprising that he knows who he is, Phenex tells himself as he reaches for one of the cigarettes. He hasn't been around half as long as most, and he's risen to the top rather swiftly. Rumors were sure to go around about it. Hell, rumors were the reason he knew about the Wing standing in front of him. The cigarette ignites the moment it touches his lips.
"You assume right, wow, want a cookie?" Phen is just an asshole, part sarcastic, part irritating (and maybe a tiny part childish, he is reluctant to admit). A moment later he catches on to the part where Erimael is calling him a child too, and now it's a little insulting. "Just because I'm not ancient like you, grandpa, that doesn't mean I'm a child." Phen huffs, flicking sparks at the Wing from his fingertips, assuming he has them in an illusion anyways so no human is going to notice. "And actually, I am here to get pizza. Well, I would have preferred the place two blocks from my flat but They apparently had a different idea." He rolls his eyes, stepping slightly closer to the Wing and dropping his cigarette, crushing it beneath his shoe. "Let's get coffee, I'm starting to feel my last cup wear off. Now I'm all for going dutch on the first date, but the man really should pay..." And he's brushing past the other creature, with utter disregard for caution and safety and, well, personal space.