"How can knowledge be more dangerous than ignorance? Either they trust us, or at least trust some of us, or not."

A smile, almost a reflex, at the friendly bump of the nasal against his. And then the words sink in. "O-oh. OH. Oh, right. That. I...I knew that."

No he didn't. And he's a terrible liar. Double tap of fail.

"Y-yes. I'd like that." A lot. A whole lot. His hands tremble against Wing's frame at the thought of being able to keep the jet in his arms every night.