As expected, the man jumped back, hit the bed, and sat, gawking with wide eyes and dropped jaw.
"Ah damn, you look horrified. I expected something a little more along the lines of…" Lyght shrugged, "maybe awed or perhaps fascinated. Titillated." He fluttered his wings a little, allowing the dim light to catch on the tiny faceted stones composing every single feather in various cuts and sizes. The wings themselves were thick arms of solid diamond, and Lyght could see the man wondering over it. "Solid supernatural diamond, yes." Lyght crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, would you mind if I gave you some of these beauties?"
The man jerked his wide eyes to his. "What do you mean, give?"
What… was he not saying it correctly? "You know, a gift? I thought that was the term when one gives another something without cost."
"It is the proper term but…I…why…"
Lyght spared both of them his flubbering embarrassments. "Because I can and I want to. Yes or no, do you want my gift?"
The man's head nodded a few seconds later. Of course he wanted some.
"Perfection." Lyght clapped lightly and unsheathed a diamond blade from his flight wing. "Don't panic." The human was ready to bolt. "I'm not going to hurt you." Much.
In a matter of two seconds, Lyght sliced the man's shirt off and carved his angelic symbol on the dark, well-muscled torso. He grinned and stepped back, chucking his chin at the perfect artwork. "It looks fantastic on you. Must be your color."
Lyght forgot about the numbing agent he'd allowed on his blade. Accompanied with his speed, the human still had no idea what he'd just done. With a thought, he removed the analgesic.
The wound suddenly began to sting, drawing the man's attention. He jerked his head down and found the blood oozing from the flawless lacerations. A gasp accompanied his wide gaze followed by several more incredulous exhales.
"Stop gasping. You sound like a girl." Maybe he should restrain the natural inclination to belittle the human's masculinity. But it was so much fun he wasn't certain he could stop.
"What have you done to me?"
Lyght lowered his wings, careful not to touch the floor. Clean by human standards could still contaminate. "Well nothing your tone indicates, that's for bloody sure." He pointed to the design and angled his head a bit, rather proud. "Beautiful channel, I must say." Lyght regarded the man's spiritual faith meter, impressed to find it glowing bright white. Smashing. He met the man's gaze and frowned. "Could you not… bulge your eyes at me? You look… creepy. All I've done is installed telly service. For you to reach me by? You just pat your head and click your heels…" Lyght laughed at the man's flabbergasted expression that seemed to grow with every second.
"Bloody hell, you are far too large for so little backbone." Lyght waved his hand and dispelled the petrified aura funking up the air and gave the man a few more seconds to get his balls back in his pouch.
"I don't know what the hell to say," the man finally whispered, voice shaky.
"That's pretty much a given." Lyght twirled his finger and put his human's shirt back in place, mending the rough silk. "At least you have bold taste in fabric. Now about Miya." Lyght sat next to the man on the bed. Time to get serious. "She's a virgin."
"How do you…"
Lyght was relieved he'd caught himself. "Very good, you're finally getting a clue. I hadn't considered her being a virgin at her age, or in this era. But it certainly changes everything."
Lesedi put his elbows on his knees, grabbed his head and sighed. "I suppose I should give up hoping that what you're about to tell me will make sense."
"Don't insult me or my Brothers on this mission."
"Your brothers?"
"Yes, there are twelve of us altogether. But only three have come, with me being the fourth. We have twelve months to…you're not listening." Were all humans handicapped in attention span?
"What? Sorry, I was thinking of—"
"Miya, I know, and that's a good thing, but right now, I need you to focus. I need you to marry Miya, but you have to be in love with her. Oh come on, stop with the incredulity. You're nearly there already."
"I barely know the woman."
"Well she's quite lovely. And funny, genuine, sweet…beautiful." Lyght rather enjoyed echoing the man's thoughts as they occurred.
"Good God, I cannot believe you are saying these things." A hint of possessive anger deepened the man's voice.
Lyght fought back his grin. The man…he really needed to use his name… Lesedi already thought of her as his. "Why? They're all bloody true."