Hmmm, nope. That was definitely an angry look. Probably could have killed him if she was really going for it. Well worth the risk, though, particularly since he was able to keep himself from wincing when he caught sight of her balled, raising fist. "Owww. Calm down, slugger!" He had to let go of his hat to rub the sore spot on his arm. Given the bruise he was going to have, he was probably lucky she hadn't gone for his face. "If you're not scared, then you should have no problem seeing that there's nothing to fear. Come on, it'll be fun."
Echka couldn't help but hope that he sounded and looked more confident than he felt. Readjusting the basket and wine once more, he approached the Night Seraphent. She looked pretty comfortable settled around that tree. He wasn't sure how she managed to do that and, simultaneously, look like she was ready to dart forward and spear him on that really scary pointy-face-bit.
"Forget not that you owe us a debt for this, Echkanar." The Seraphent turned to him, her face hidden; her voice spoke volumes, though. It was slick and smooth, whispering through the passages of the pair's minds like fire across the edges of leaves. Unlike many other Seraphent, this one wore a curved, black helm over her head, concealing everything up to the crest of feathers spraying proudly from its top and the long antennae characteristic of the species. The onyx faceplate was polished to a mirrored sheen.
Echka couldn't school himself against the wince this time. He would never get used to telepathy - his head was supposed to be his own. "Yes, of course, Hel. I'll remember. Promise." Like she would let him forget.
"Ah, Madeline? Helel. Helel, Madeline." His gesture between the pair was brief. Helel turned her head to Maddie and bowed, curt but graceful. While her head was bent, Echkanar stepped just as quickly to her side, straddling the serpent's neck between the pairs of wings. Settling the basket between his legs, the man seemed to test his seat - grabbing handfuls of the quill-like black feathers before turning back to Madeline. "Well, come on then." He called, patting the area in front of the basket with just a hint of cheek. "Plenty of room."