"Of course, of course. I didn't mean to belittle them for the good of their hearts, merely that they are rarely considered mature; in fact, they are generally the exact opposite thereof. It is perhaps the very same state of lack of understanding that causes both their innocence and their immaturity." He shrugged. "And we, as I might remind, are not children. Our purity and love is quite different in origin, and thus we also have quite different standards of maturity to meet."

He tilted his head to the side, smiling a bit. "Well, I could have certainly said it was merely your own mistake," he said, "but I didn't feel it would have been ultimately fair. After all, both of us were racing; I was merely slightly more fortunate with my landing." He spread his wings as well, stretching them out, the feathers glistening in the sunlight. "...Agreed. Racing might indeed be a bad idea."