"No, I did not know," he dryly answered. "Some of us don't interact with angels on a day to day basis." Jeff paused. "Didn't interact." Another pause. "Whatever."

The blond picked up a long and streamlined feather and twirled it between his fingers. The stalk was fairly thick and durable. "You know, I wonder if you could use these for other things. I mean like quills or to stuff into a pillow. Things like that," he shrugged.

Not that he was implying he wanted a pillow filled with Pit's feathers. That just sounded weird.