He didn't consider his own homely costume to be much of a hinderance. After all, he wasn't a 'prince', instead just a lowly toy maker. His clothing was meant to be far more functional, which meant that he could just move about and rip it as he saw fit. It amused him that 76 was once again royalty, and it fit with the high and mighty attitude at times.

He stepped off of the dead beast and rolled his shoulders with the weight of his massive wings. "Fine, you bag, I dump," he agreed, aware that they needed to make progress through the forest if they had any hope of finishing this off. Who knew if the erasers would be waiting for them.

"Let's get this done, asshole," he grumped as he took to the wing again, rising quickly and easily because he could control the air flows to push them up and under his wings. "All clear for now. Let's go and quickly."