Despite very strong inclinations otherwise, he fights down the effort to adjust those feathers back to their irregular angles. It's the absolute smallest courtesy he would ever be caught affording anyone at all, much less the human he's been charged to see to, but what is he if not considerate? What's the purpose of any of it if you can't even repay some basic respect in kind? He isn't an animal, however much he might look like one right this instant.

She has a point about the message though.

Come to think of it, he could have done just that. He'd winged sportily around half a dozen nose picking imps and foliots in their various weak-willed guises in the last day alone and could have pinned any one of them to the spine of a rooftop of his choice with clear instructions to fly ahead of him and whisper something in her ear. The fact that he's only now just realizing this is slightly embarrassing, but it's not really his fault. He's never exactly had a reason to go out of his way to warn someone that he's coming to find them. Usually that would defeat the purpose-- well, not entirely. But it would make his task considerably more difficult, and who has the time?

"Maybe that's what I'm doing right now. What, I can't drop in for a visit and a morning chat? And here I thought we understood each other."