He seemed to wilt a little, under the scrutiny. His wings flattened to his back, head bowing, as his posture suggested apology, subservience. His first response to someone seeming to judge him.

Even if that wasn't really what was happening here.

Though he did perk up a little at the word "ninja". He blinked.

"I'm... supposed to," he admitted. "As a stealth model. That's what I'm supposed to look like."