"How many joints is this? How thick is the phalanx? Is it all bone, what's the skin underneath like? Is it Sinewy? Oh how many layers is this?" The boy continued to ramble, his fingers digging past the feather quills gently in an attempt to part them aside so he could see more of the boy's wings. So invested and absorbed as he was studying the jointed limb that he didn't hear the man the first time, barely heard him the second time before the wing was shaken out of his grasp and a talon was pressed against his throat, making him instinctively lean backwards because sharp objects and his throat did not mix well. His gaze finally darting over to the man who's wings he was so deeply studying, his eyes gone uncharacteristically wide before he exclaimed, "Oh. My. God." 

 "You're Russian?! Does that mean these are insulated? Are they like owl's? Are there even owls in Russia? How resistant are they to the weather? Oh and these talons, what do you think about mounting lasers to it? Any colour you want! Think of all the possibilities!" He exclaimed, rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist as he leaned in to study the fixtures at the top joints of his wings before he they were pulled away and naturally Will began to follow like he was transfixed, walking forward on his knees along the bench before all the constant chatter going on behind him finally caught his attention and the boy turned his head over to look at them instead of simply turning around. Twisting his whole body at an awkward angle just to look at them, "Hey hey, I just haven't hit my growth spurt yet!" He called out to the crowd that had started to gather there, when the hell had they started to gather there? How many stops had they made so far? He'd have to check the logs. And then the wings, the wing blades and maybe a laser mounted gun. 

 Glad to see that 'someone' else was seeking the genius of these things, unless, "You better not be patronizing me, cause those wing blades would be hella cool." He piped up, sticking out his tongue for emphasis at their first passenger when being told off about consent. Who needed consent when you could promise people all sorts of cool gadgets just cause you could! Waving his hand dismissively at him as if he could conjour him away, "Hey hey, I called them first! You can look at them after I'm done with these babies! Getcha your own free food!" He said, holding his arms out over the man as if he could ward Nick off. Blinking when the latter leaned in closer and spoke to him in a low whisper. His nose wrinkling up when the man finally pulled away, making a face, 
 
  "What's with the whole world council thing going on and the whole language convention?" He asked, raising a brow at the rest of the others who were also chattering in their own tongues. Finally getting down from the bench, he sat crossed legged, gripping the edge of his seat as he scanned everyone in the room, "And I wasn't cooing!" He protested at the only actual babe in the room. When in rome, he couldn't think of a pun and that irritated him. Licking his lips as she started to talk to him, his nose wrinkling up again at the nickname assigned  to him, at least she was straight to the point about it all, he could appreciate that. His mouth twitching back up into a grin as he rocked on his seat, "You can call me Will, you can also call me your friendly resident super sexy genius! Oh and I can shoot out zappy zappy red stuff from my fingers, but that isn't as cool." 

 "So what's your stories, Hecate, Captain Demark, Ringo and Wingo?"