Let's see exactly how much concentration the last son of Korbin possesses. He stretches out his long wingspan to stay in step with the jubilant dancing girl while maintaining his mental focus, keeping their sparkling ember of lightning well blinded to the turmoil of its inter-dimensional surroundings.

It crackles and sways, like a mirror reflection of Verity's own emotions. This is good, he observes, as long as she stays in that happy place. Hell, if they had some music, maybe he'd dance too.