[What pops out is not a direct answer to his question, but...a pair of tits. Transformation is a routine part of their lives now, every month bringing about the sprouting of wings or fins or extra limbs. Hell, Nikolai's body houses a demon that he can call to the surface at will, twisting himself into its shadowed shape. Nevertheless, it's strange to see the fullness of breasts paired with Matt's narrow hips and sharp jaw.

And nevertheless, his body is still beautiful. It's still him.

Nikolai restrains the oh that so desperately wants to slip from his parted lips. With the practice that comes from years spent at court, he quickly corrects his surprised countenance into something more reassuring.]

It's a terrible inconvenience when your body decides it would rather be a stranger all of a sudden.

[Who understands better than him? Pulling off his gloves — winter's chill hasn't fled yet — he tucks them into his coat pocket. This he shrugs off, hanging it up. With his outerwear all shed, his hands are free to take Matt's, gently uncurling them from the hems of the open robe.]

Do you want to lie down...?