[ The wizard simply observes Gen with gentle eyes, picking up on each word being spoken by his body language. There's so much about Gen in this moment that feels personally familiar, imbuing Howl with patience he might not have otherwise had. ]

I was out for a fly around the city. It clears my mind. [ Howl smiles and shrugs his shoulders; the movement makes his wings raise in an odd, similar shrugging sort of way. ] The larger mystery, in my eyes, is not what a cursed wizard is doing flying around at night by himself, but what you are doing out here at this hour. Clearing your mind too, perhaps?