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His feathers are fluffing and flattening in an uneven rhythm, as if he's fidgeting or maybe just seeing how different expressions feel, and he fluffs his face and flattens his neck feathers in indignation at the dismissive wing wave. Nemo does manage to calm himself down, with a deep breath, trying to logic away the dismissal as some sort of... faith in his abilities.
At least one of us has faith in my courage. The thought gives him pause, and he makes an internal vow to, at the very least, make sure Glory doesn't see him as a disappointment, and give anything other than flying that comes his way a good honest try.
"I'll do my best, sir, but I can't do much with no starting point for my knowledge, hence why I asked you." The positive ... what? Not a compliment, but simply a statement of appreciation makes him feel warm.
The offer of a ride, though, has his beak open in a small wheeze of inquisitive wonder, and then he draws himself up to his full height, just even with Glory's impressive stature, even at this young age, and he ruffles his shoulder feathers.
"With all due respect sir, I'd probably hurt you, with either my talons or weight... and I don't want that. I can walk, I've got a perfectly good set of legs that are yet to fail me!" If he had arms one could put a classic anime style arm flex and gesture with his tone of voice, offering an open beaked smile and a flare of his primaries on one wing in front of his chest as if to gesture at the entirety of his scrawny, feathered body.
@Glory