Jack explored to his heart's content, tracing the shape of bones, feeling each feather one at a time and then stroking many at once. They were beautiful and soft and warm and Jack felt something so close to true love that it may as well have been just that. He chalked it up to magic, or maybe Anael had his own sort of pheromones. Jack didn't think too deeply about it, he simply enjoyed the rush of emotion and bent down to bury his face in the feathers just to feel the softness with his sensitive lips.