He huffs a laugh at that, a little more open and a little more relieved than he'd like it to have been, and pulls back slightly from the hug, shifting his grip to Balthazar's shoulders for a moment before he withdraws to only just inside his personal space - manly, see! - though he doesn't move his wings at all. He appreciates the closeness, but he's not used to it, and even if he were he doesn't think hugs will ever be his style.

"I will. Sometime soon, I promise." He grins up, part genuine enthusiasm and part mischief. "And you'll tell me some of what you got up to while you were on earth, alright? Not all that drama with Heaven, the fun stuff - the more sins the better."