At Seraphine's sudden request, Eric's eyes widen in surprise.
It's almost funny how long his lashes are, especially in this shape, but she's too uncertain of his answer to laugh. He draws his neck back, then - it reminds her less of a snake than of a heron when he does that, or maybe a startled swan. His entire length shimmers and goes hazy and contracts.
The transformation leaves Eric blinking, kneeling close beside Seraphine on the grass.
"I guess that's a no?" she asked with a sheepish smile before she drew her legs up, fighting the urge to cover her face and hide.
"Is that something you want...?" he asked, grasping her hands and studying her, to which she nodded wordlessly.
"Why?"
Saying 'why not' doesn't seem like enough of an answer - not for this. She takes a deep breath.
