[ He at least seems to be being honest, since as Sirius takes the time to observe for a moment, he seems comfortable with the quiet that follows. But rather than looking at other figures making their choices, his attention remains on the person before him. In part, it’s because they’re the ones having a conversation, but it’s far more because Sirius is certainly the most interesting person here.

After all, despite his own being, it’s extremely unusual for him to ever meet anything but humans and his own kind. The wings are more than enough to have thoroughly captured his interest, though he doesn’t make any assumptions about them, only guesses.

Though of course, he also wouldn’t be so rude as to ask about them. It’s also a bit less fun to be so direct, especially with how this conversation is turning. ]

Ah, well… [ He gives a sort of helpless shrug, though there’s an easy, wry humor in his voice and smile. ] That depends entirely upon how long you may live, I would say. After a few millennia, chaos has its charms, but novelty is much more appealing.

[ Which is exactly why he’s content to be here looking at these galaxies and chatting. ]

Is that kind of longevity something you would want?