He doesn't stop the young master from feeling along his feathers, letting them shimmer red whenever his fingers brush against them. He is confused when he pulls his hand away. He watches the exchange, mildly entertained at how he seems to bicker with the other onmyoji that summoned him. But then he demands a cloak and Zhuque steps forward wrapping his wings around the young master, providing warmth should he be seeking it.

Zhuque tilts his head at the cloak offered. His wings recede, sinking into his back and appearing as a deep black tattoo along his shoulders once more. He takes the white material and drapes it around himself, covering...some of him.

"Are you not pleased with my form?"