"Fine fine" Alexander said and folded his wings, dropping in behind Roxy returning to the lazy loaping strides, aided by his wings, no one could call it a glide, it was far to short, however he wasn't running, as much bounding with the aid of his wings. "better? jeeze, who cares how we do it so long as we move right?" he said and then to roxy "bloody rotten git, you'd think he's got a stick up his ass."