Katya held carefully onto Synclair's arm, gripping tight so not to fall off, but keeping her talons from doing any damage. She'd get to see his home again, a nice little place on the grounds. He was kept separate from the rest of the school, though it did make sense to have him out here since he took care of it all and taught his classes outside. Her neck craned curiously as he stepped across the threshold and into the small building. Her wings gave a quick flutter as he offered the back of the chair to her, transferring her hold onto the wooden braces of the seat. His magic got the fire going and it started to feel nice and toasty in his home.<br/><br/>The smell of the stew was filling her senses once he lifted the lid to check it, it had been a while since the Welcome Feast so she could easily eat again. He seemed to be a well enough cook, she was looking forward to tasting it. Maybe she should change back before they ate, she would wait for a good moment to surprise him. Of course, then he decided to change in front of her. She gave a quiet caw, feeling a bit awkward as he suddenly started removing his robes. The thoughts from before started to stir as the black robes slipped away. Within another second his shirt was lifted and set aside, casting away her imagination of what his muscles looked like for the real thing.<br/><br/>Her sharp eyes scanned along his bare torso, taking it all in. Her mind still hers even in this form, the professor enjoyed what she saw. The scars she spotted on him were accents to his attractiveness, not taking away her appreciation of his body. He was very handsome, and the occasional absent-mindedness, joking, and the way his hair seemed to have a mind of its own cast another sort of charm about him. Katya decided now was a good enough moment, now that they'd gotten this far.<br/><br/>With his attention on what he was doing, at least she'd have a bit of fun with the surprise. Her body made its quick transformation as she stepped off the chair, yellow feathers becoming her blonde hair as the darker ones extended to form her clothing, human form standing next to the chair she'd been resting on. In a quick decision, she carefully slipped her own robes away, a light dress on beneath them. Her mind came to the same conclusion as him, the fire would keep them warm even with the evening chill. "The stew does smell delicious, Synclair," she said, smirking as she leaned against the table.