[Bulba turned his head, smiling just as sunnily as the angel was and had implied. He was blushing just a little, a tiny bit overwhelmed by the amount of praise he had been getting.]

Heh, thanks! It certainly feels like it.

[Somewhat literally, even. His golden palette was pretty reflecting in the sunlight, and with outstretched petals he could feel himself soaking up the rays that much more.]