[ As the Cat returns to where he was, he leans against the railing before the lighthouse, his arms on the very top while his spine creates a tempting little line that almost looks like the sort of line a body might create while trying to tempt in another... but surely Charles won't read anything into that, given that this is his own body he's looking at, and the slim line of his chest and hips is really only attractive to the one currently manipulating said body to look that way. Right? ]

A favourite, yeah. Like a default setting. I can use a little magic to look a different way—

[ He raises one gloved hand, and Charles' form dematerialises to reform as one similar to his previous form, but rounder and softer; feminine curves unmistakeable under the soft fabric of the Cat's shirt, a little more length to the hair, a fuller lip. When the Cat King speaks again, her voice is higher, but still with that telltale lilt that makes it clear this is the same Cat as before... if the constant stare of those golden eyes didn't give that much away already. ]

If I feel like it. Or if whoever I'm talking to prefers one option over the other.

[ It's earnest, but the tone in her voice sounds like she's setting a challenge, or perhaps asking a question. ]