[He likes the mess. One can tell a great deal about a person from the space they choose to live in and even if Raphael has little understanding of being a teenager, never having been one himself, he can still recognise the chaotic disorder that comes with youth. It's... pleasant, in a way.

Raphael sits down by Luke after moment of looking around the room, taking it all in. He observes the young man for a moment and he is not ignorant to the look that he has or the flush on his face. The angel is still learning, still naive in many ways but he knows enough now to understand the kinds of things he likes having done to his body... and that he enjoys doing things that other people like.]

I don't know. [He replies carefully, thoughtfully.] I have the ability to manipulate matter in different ways. I wouldn't normally be able to affect a human body this way. But you... [It's his curiosity, again, that drives him to place his hand on Luke's thigh. This time is isn't like a ringing. It's a slow, steady, soundless bass rumble that buzzes outwards from his palm like the still surface of a pond shaking.]

You feel different... You feel like-- [And he pauses, searching for words.] You feel like music.