He's temporarily distracted by the creature on Angel's horns, now that it's finally chosen its shape. It's unlike any kind of bird he's ever seen, even if it's clearly a bird. Which suits her, to be given something so otherworldly, that still has more freedom to move than many others.

Flying is quite wonderful.

When her words finally sink in properly, he raises an eyebrow, turning his head briefly to the stag.

"I suppose you have given me a taste for horns."