He scratched his scalp as a small headache throbbed at the back of his head. There was no doubt now - the spell hadn’t entirely turned Crone human, as sparks of magic still swelled inside him, waiting to be unlocked. More excited than ever, a smile refused to leave his chuffed face. “You apparently<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>do that just from hugging!” He beamed with a tone almost comparable to that of a dazed child as the slightly-stressed-slightly-panicked Hana slowly made her way next to him.<br/><br/>He glanced at her face, curiosity dancing in his eyes. “Our separate states of magic interacting almost works like an explosive chemical reaction of some sort… Why don’t we suss out how this works? Stay there,” he said, turning around on the floor so that they sat back-to-back. He groaned, the muscle pains of suddenly shifting forms still lingering in his long legs. The human limbs rose to his chin, awkwardly pushing away from him in a roundabout way to move his back closer to Hana’s. “I believe this is what they call a ‘butt-shuffle’,” he snorted, feeling sort of lame at this weird movement but nonetheless seriously concentrating on Hana’s aura. Pressing his back against hers… He couldn’t feel anything immediately different, but there had to be a way to gauge how his powers trigger, right? “Well, you did style my hair before without problems, so simple interactions seem okay… Does it have to do it time?”<br/><br/>He sat there with closed eyes. He focused on his heartbeat. His soul slowly swelled, and somehow, after some time, it almost felt like something sparked within him. “Ah.” His eyes snapped open as he felt something crawl down his back. Drawing away from Hana, he lifted his shirt to find a small patch of dark fur line his spine. “Woah, interesting. So thanks to your weird aura, if I will my own magic enough I may be able to transform through merely touching you. Less direct connections like this take more time,” he theorised out loud, turning back to face the witch, “but I think the closer and more directly our auras are able to connect, the more power your spell is able to unlock from within my own soul.” He blinked at her, poking her on the shoulder like a cat curiously pawing at a new toy. How could such a fragile looking, frazzle-haired girl place a demon such as himself in such a mess? Although he relished the day he could leave the house, Crone had to admit that these two days were the most unpredictable action he’d ever experienced in his usually well-organised and controlled life.<br/><br/>“So when I hugged you, I guess it forced our auras to be pressed closer together, huh? I hope you know how to ride on the back of a wolf, lady, because I’m not giving that form up just because I have to stick next to you to transform.” He scolded, flattening down some pieces of hair that had puffed out from the back of Hana’s head. With a smirk, he was unknowing of the fact that this strange moment of shuffling on the floor with this girl, with expressing his troubles to this human, had been the first time in a while that a genuine smile lasted for so long on his face.