Silas nodded "No need to get all worked up" he chuckled now sober. He brought one of his wings around and began pulling out old feathers that were beginning to rot. Silas sighed as he plucked out each individual feather. He hated when his feathers rotted it was more reason to remind him that he was dying from lack of heaven or hell. He sighed and pulled his other wing around and began plucking feathers from it. He sighed deeply.

"You aren't scary. But you are incompetent and stupid." Silas said to Chiaro as he pulled out one of his lengthier feathers and threw it to the ground. He ran his hands against his feathers gently soft sleek and black. He smiled feelling how they so gently ran into the other. He found a tick and pulled it out before it had a chance to lay its eggs. He then folded them firmly against his back again. He looked at Chiaro "Infact, I don't believe I will call you Chiaro. You will be Baka. I will give you your name back when I feel you deserve it."