Ankh directs a somewhat unfriendly glance in his direction as he sits down, but he won't tell him not to. Everything Sebastian did in there is worth a few questions, probably.

That question, though. Predicatable as it is, Ankh isn't entirely sure how to answer it. A pile of medals, something stronger but very lacking. For a long time, just a hand, and not even that anymore. As much as he wants to, he can't come up with any description that's even remotely flattering. Except for one. "I had wings."