[ Oh hell, that was cute, watching her wings flutter that way. The way that she flushed was enough for him to realise the implications of bringing a girl flowers. She seemed happy, though, there was no way he was going to tell her he'd thought that she might want to eat them.

Did butterflies eat flowers? He wasn't sure, really, he didn't know much about them beyond the fact that they flew around and looked pretty. ]

A-ah, good, I thought I should bring something since you invited me over and everything...

[ He did notice the sweater, but he didn't try to look past her just yet. Her comfort level, that's what was important here. He was deeply flushed himself now, very aware that people were right and the wings did suit her. His hand came up to the back of his neck as he shifted his weight. ]

...they're really pretty. Your wings, I mean, not the flowers!