Presley grumbles when Pax throws her arm around him, but he makes no move to shove her off. "I was never much for flying." He likes being a cheerleader—jumping, flipping, climbing bodies to rise several feet off the ground—but he's uncomfortable with trusting an object to keep him in the air.

Although... these wings are technically part of right now. Maybe? "I'm not doing this while you're watching," he finally says.