[Reaper could go for the eyes, since they were unprotected. His beak was solid and sharp, making penetration rather easy if he had enough force behind him, but like this, he was fine for a partial peace. He instead rubbed his beak on McCree's shoulder and then pecked and rearranged some out of sorts locks of hair.

Any discrepancies with behaviour were definitely going to be blamed on being a crow. And wearing a ridiculous hat.]

You should know by now I can barge in whenever and however I please.

[And honestly, Jesse had let him in, so he was going to blame the younger man. He fluttered his wings to arrange them, looking far too comfortable as a bird than he had any right too. Unfortunate that his eyes were still red like Reaper's.]

Pockets would be the safest answer. And shedding ones skin for another form is something I've been doing for a long time. It's incredibly dramatic, wouldn't you agree?