Definitely a chin, if nothing else, and it seems to do well enough with Angeal letting out a long heavy sigh that rolls out from his draconic throat rather than the little humanoid extension of himself which exists about the very edge of the 'snout' and makes up the upper half of his mouth in general.

"You would say that no matter what," he says, something which elicits a mixture of both fondness and some strange sort of despair. It means nothing and everything at the same time. Still, at least he has a second to pull himself together as Genesis turns back to the problem at hand. Speaking of hands... The two smaller ones at his snout-torso run across his face. It should feel more dizzying than it is, having two different sets of eyes, but it isn't. He closes the smaller pair anyway. Breathes in. His exhale sets out a large plume of steam.

"...It's one less worry taken care of, at least." His many legs shift in place, a sort of rocking against his mate. "Don't even know how - this happened. Hardly any warning."

You know, besides the monster going after his head.