[After knowing who the wings belong to, it would be hard to lose Light in a crowd again between his height and the four large, thin wings.

Motioning for a seat, Light takes his own.]

It's always nice to see you too, thanks for coming. I know it's a bit sudden to call you to Bavan. When the waitress comes, remember that the drink is on me.

[Even with only two eyes on the wings, they're easy to track for someone who followed details so closely. They give a little flap as he chuckles, even if he actually hates them. It was best to pretend not to.]

We haven't met some my transformation, have we? I became a faerie.