[This time, Knives is more wary of sudden wind direction shifts, and the rush of air from below doesn't send him into an awkward scramble to stay aloft, he simply changes the angle of his wings and uses it like an updraft.

It isn't laziness, but boy does it seem that way. Knives was worried enough about tomorrow, more and more blackwings were popping up, and sooner or later--

He drops from the sky suddenly, wings snapping open only when he's near enough to talk easily again, the buffer of his wake probably as fun for Vash to deal with as the sudden puffs of wind were for Knives.]

Listen. There's blackwinged people in Luceti. They're dangerous. Not like human-dangerous, worse. Stay away from them.

[It's a bit difficult to make that warning, but he does. He KNOWS there's something wrong with them, by the way fury boils up whenever he spots one.]