[Once Char had learned how to hunt, he'd grown to take a sort of satisfaction in it -- in the moment of sweeping some unsuspecting morsel off its feet and sinking your teeth in. This kinda felt just like that moment. He might have been on the bottom, but he wasn't the one kicking helplessly at the air.

He'd planted an ember that wouldn't be put out, and he knew it. The dude could rationalize or push it aside as much as he wanted, but obviously something about that question had struck a note. He could have kept going, but Vinnie wasn't going to listen to an explanation, and not knowing more than that one disconcerting fact would just be all the more haunting without knowing about the circumstances.

Besides, his wing was seriously starting to cramp up. Enough with the cat and mouse. Char let go of Vinnie's arm, instead seizing the Venusaur's shirt collar. His wings pushed against the snow, and he threw whatever muscle he could into dragging Vinnie off to the side, in hopes of reversing their positions. Char might have been the smaller of the two, but he wasn't the one distracted with family issues -- with a little luck, it'd be distraction enough to get him on top.]