Gabriel's head dips forward a fraction when Johnny settles a hand at his back. "Yeah." he waits til Johnny's hand won't be in the way and then materializes his wings. They're stretched out across most of the apartment, resting gently on the floor.

Scout immediately jumps down from the couch to investigate one wing, and Gabriel chuckles as the little dog buries his nose in among feathers. Scout walks the length of the wing, then pushes through to come and inspect what Johnny is up to.

"With the grain usually works the best. Like petting a cat."