The only stalling point was that she wasn’t an unearthly beauty, like the rest of the veela. At least not without her feathers, she wasn’t growing a beak either. Maybe a harpy? He stroked a hand down her back in thought, making sure not to stroke upwards and disturb the growing feathers. She shivered in pleasure making a long "hmmm’ sound. "Do you need a bath?" he asked her. 