And you're not the strangest Frenchwoman I've ever met, so we're even.

Byt the way, Lil'l isn't imaginary, as annoying and unfortunate for me as it is. And I told you, I'm not undead. My heart's just muted. It's still doing its job; it's all just a safety precaution.

[He sighs.]

The name's Michael, not new feather. And this little things (the wings on his back flutter slightly though he has no idea how he managed it) are the new feathers. I was happily semi-human before ending up with these.

...where am I, anyway? I was in a city last I checked...