[He is definitely relaxing, the tension melting from his shoulders, wings not so perked up. Its hard to keep up the tension with all the soft, gentle touches, the soft sound.]

[He takes the feathers. And then outright shivers as he's praised, head ducking as the warm feeling that makes.]

Just...getting groomed...I should help you with some of your squares. [A soft murmur.]

[He can at least carry a tune. It takes a bit to follow the tune, but once he has it, he can keep it. Only hitching at the kiss, but he doesn't pull away, his hands fiddling with the feathers, seeing if he can make small holes to loop the stems together.]