Hail Satan, lord of the damned. Mantis doesn't yet know which angel he's looking at, but he knows more wings equivocates to more power as far as angelic beings go. It's not yet enough to get him sitting up straight, but Mantis is going to tip toe just a little bit.

"Both. I've already promised jars to those I've met before, and I might have to go out and jet more jars just to store the leftover fruits." That presense though. Whichever angel has wandered over, he's clearly one with a bit more stage presence. "Someone's already given me the impression that I can turn this kind of craft into a business while I'm staying here."