- I don't know.

Let's try to ask something else.

What's wrong with the wings?

- Would you like some more wine? The demon interrupted me.

- I think, yes. Listen, what should I call you?

He laughed, once again assuming the form of a golden-haired androgen.

- Do you want to know my name?

- Why do I need your name? I smiled. “But how should I contact you?”

- Call me Savinel.

- And you me - Tina.

- For acquaintance?

- Let's!

Clink glasses. We drank.

- So all the same? What's with the wings?

- You understand, - a shrug of ivory color, - only the...