"Aaaaah." When Evan realized that the young man was sincere, that hadn't just volleyed back a bit of top-tier sarcasm of his own, he had to do a double-take.

Only a few times had he been around people who were so obviously alien to sarcasm, and Evan had to admit it threw him. However, it did make his impression of this new young man fall into place a little more clearly.

He cleared his throat and inclined his head a bit. "I may have been exaggerating a bit. Although I suppose 'fantastic' is subjective. There are... well, we have food, shelter, beds, baths, and our wits and not much else." He sighed. Public bathing: he would never get used to it. He slipped his hand into his pocket, retrieving his shard again and unfolding his own moth-wings. "How about I just show you."

With a small spring of the knees he launched and, with a trick he'd learned only recently, hovered in polite wait for Alla to give his a try.