"Nonsense," Karla decided. "We're going to stay out here and have a pleasant conversation and I'm going to scratch your back and your wings and we're not going to think any more about it. Besides, I said it could be that way, not that it always was. I'm pretty sure that in most cases, it depends on intent and you and I have both agreed that is not our intention, so we should be fine."

And with that, Karla moved her hand over to one of his wings. "I'm about to scratch," she informed him.