Kreyu rolls her shoulders and her wings vanish. "I shall permit myself to be a little greedy, take more of the sensation of your feathers on my skin than I would have in the shape of my soul.

She chuckles slightly when he says he is honored by any form she wishes to appear in. "Such a sweet treasure you are." She cups his face with her non-clawed hand, lets the 'changed' hand revert back to normal. "I grow more and more tempted to keep you all for myself."

Her voice drops low, sultry. "Would you like that, Skellig? Belonging to me alone?"