"Careful there or my spikes'll get you." He warned, jabbing a thumb toward the sharp protrusions around his face. His smile widened a bit, he liked being in the company of people who enjoyed playing with fire. "Arson, four accounts, and money laundering. Though, I'm surprised those idiots didn't pin me with endangerment and murder." Rolling his eyes, his frame relaxed more as he dropped his arms and stuck his thumbs in his pants pockets. "My family is from Germany. Prussia actually, before the East and West became one. Came to the great US of A in the 1960s and haven't left ever since." Unconsciously the leather appendages on his back rotated against his shoulders, like one would do when stretching one's arms before a workout. He was desperate to fly after being grounded for so long.