Michael laughed. He laughed hard. Then he coughed hard. He sat on the steps, trying to regain his breath, minor chuckles still rising up. He looked over at Geralt.<br/><br/>"So, you tried to<i>enhance</i>your Johnson, and you knocked yourself out in the process." Another bark of laughter escaped him. He stopped himself, just barely, and looked at her. "Sorry, sorry. I'm not laughing at you, just..." He chuckled a bit more. "While I've never met a shapeshifter before, I doubt that's how they get their start. Not that there's anything wrong with starting out that way." Michael took a breath.<br/><br/>"You know, when you are able to shift back, maybe you should read some anatomy books on various animals. It might help ease along the process." Michael pushed himself off the ground, dusting himself off. He looked over at Geralt.<br/><br/>"Shall we go to the coffee shop? It's a block or two down, I passed it on my way here."