Thane grins. He sidles forward, forcing her back toward the wall, noting the expression of revulsion on her face as she guesses – incorrectly – what's coming.

Then, quick as he can make it, his hands shoot behind her and grab the wings near the base, pulling and twisting down until he hears the double-snap of two bones breaking.

That's your identity. 'Angel of Knowledge.' And this is all the proof you have. What if I break that first? Still so cocky then?