As the golden light streamed through the window, the boy watched the woman, the human woman, and smiled slightly. He'd been wondering when they'd get one of those. It had been a long time since he'd last seen a human woman, and while fairy girls and even some female vampires were all well and good, very little could compare to the warm, supple flesh of human women, aesthetically speaking. He stepped up to her, as the last bell of class rang out, studying her form with curiosity. "I don't remember human women's faces being so red," he said, softly, letting his voice take on a soft lilt, his chosen form coming easily as that of a human man, about six feet tall, with golden hair and green eyes. He assumed that, in this form, she'd be much less frightened He moved closer, reaching out. "Do you mind? I'm curious if human skin feels the same as I remember. Don't worry, I won't touch below the neck, I know that your kind finds that kind of action taboo."