"Oh, well, of course." He nodded quickly, all too quickly. To speak of such things so casually, all while claws moved down to the next wing had his heart skipping all over his ribs.

"Me? Nooo-no-no. It's usually me doing the pre-...presenting, I- ... it'd be nice, I suppose? I don't have a favorite flower, really... a-anything's good..."

Alastor, people are watching. He was quietly tucking away the other wings, lest he suffer a touch to all six; he'd need to find a way to excuse himself through a portal to take a very, very cold shower while battling a level of anemia at this rate.

"Huh... it always did bother me a little- I'd love a bouquet, but it was always my responsibility to be the one to present it...!"