Phenex doesn't like to judge a book by it's cover, but he's quite sure everyone would agree with him about Wings being stuck up dickheads. Thus far Erimael doesn't seem as bad as some, but he's bordered on 'high and mighty' once or twice already and Phen isn't thrilled to see how that one plays out. Phen is arrogant enough for the both of them, if Erimael ends up being even half as bad they're going to have a problem (and Alastor will probably get a kick out of it, and laugh at Phen a lot). The easy banter they have going on is comforting, their humor might not be the same but it's not so different that they're just going to annoy each other with it. "Shame, I think you'd make a cute damsel." He's tempted to reach over and pinch one of the Wings cheeks, but decides not to.
"You'll meet him when we get to the hotel, he kind of takes care of everything I don't want to. He'd also probably be thrilled to teach you the infinite ways to torment me." Phen shook his head, huffing. But Erimael would learn quickly that Phenex returns every bit of it that he receives. "As for my status as unclean,- and I prefer the term dirty, thank you -I have thought about it. I suppose I could just... ah, no, that wouldn't be any fun." There's a sparkle in the Horns eyes as he contemplates it, mischievous, but then it's gone as it dawns on him that it would never work. "Though I appreciate your faith in my abilities, perhaps I'll have to put them to good use and show you, hm?" Oh Phen, no flirting with the enemy.
It bothers him a twinge that he doesn't move his arm when his claws appear, but perhaps he shouldn't think of it so much as he isn't afraid of Phen, but more as he 'trusts' him enough that he wasn't intentionally trying to wound him. If Phenex can get all buddy-buddy with the Wing, maybe they both have a chance of getting out of this without seriously injuring one another. "You could have at least warned me," Phen complains gruffly, continuing with the idea that his abilities make him uncomfortable. Truthfully they do, at least a little, but he's playing it up slightly. "Anyways, it's just an abandoned hotel, and it was a pretty tiny one, only five floors including the basement. That leaves three floors for your group to pick from, by the way, since the top is mine. They can have whatever as long as they make sure it doesn't already belong to one of mine." It's a good thing that another group of his newbies just graduated and most had moved on, or else he might not have had enough space.
Phen decides to take the high road and ignore the comment about him not looking 'horribly heavy', because any response he has to that is just going to make the Wing laugh at him. Besides, the idea of liquor is much more appealing than discussing the percentage of fat his body is made up of. "This is perhaps the first good idea you've had since I've met you." Though he'll need to remind Alastor to stick around, or nearby at least, if they're going to start drinking. "As for the horns, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Phenex winks at him, even though being childish is just going to cement the idea of Phen being a child in the Wings head. "Your wings, I mean. And my claws are not 'drab', you jerk."