[ The Cat's mouth curls like it always does, but using Charles' lips to do it, the end result is something more foxlike than any of the animal analogies either of them typically inhabit. He looks pleased, though, at the core of it, to have someone react positively to his skills for a change (though, he can hardly blame Edwin's shock the last time he'd made the terrible choice of taking on this form, and opened his intended's eyes to the truth sitting right under his clever nose)...

He watches Charles' hand come up and drop, as if instinctually listening to some chiding voice telling him not to be rude. Well, that won't do, will it? The Cat starts to move in this taller body, movements still graceful and sultry, in a small circle around the original. He tilts his head so that the earring catches the light, he purses his lips to tighten the cheeks, he trails a leather gloved hand up Charles' lapel and then over his shoulder, continuing around over his back as he goes. ]

I can be whoever you want me to be.

[ Is his usual response, and it falls out of him almost automatically. It only dawns that it wasn't what Charles asked once it's in the air between them, and he's glad of his position behind the ghost so that it disguises the slight widening of his eyes before he retracts: ]

I can look like anything, anyone. As long as it has human a human or animal shape. Technically it's a glamour, but I feel everything like it's my own body, so it has to be something that's at least capable of being alive, even if the inspiration isn't. [ He smiles at his ghost boy as he comes back around to face him. ] I can't transform into a motorbike or a chest of gold, or anything like that. But I can be the amalgamation of all your favourite parts of different people in one body.

[ The Cat wonders what that would look like for Charles, if he could remember. But then, if he could remember, there's no way he'd ask for it, is there? ]

Tempting, right?