As Melinda got confused and timid about eating, Dalindme shifted so he could be a little closer to her and offer het silent comfort. He frowned a little add he worked to figure out what she meant and when he failed he just smiled down at her warmly. He didn't seemed disturbed by her at all, and oddly seemed somehow nite energized by being with her then he was when she'd first met him. In fact, in a dozen little ways, he was less bestial then he had been though he was still far from human.<br/><br/>Though they were experiencing a break down in communication, Dalindme wasn't ready to give up. He reached for the basket as Melinda nibbled on the cheese. "Brehdh" her said tapping the remains of the loaf in the basket. Then he took it out of the basket and mixed his language with hers saying, "¥~ Brehdh." He waved a claw in the empty space where the bread had been to illustrate his meaning. He returned the bread I the basket, named it again, and then put it back and said, "¥~ Brehdh."<br/><br/>Then Dalindme left it alone add he could see how her frustration read getting the better of her. He hadn't expected her touch, but he didn't shy away from it. As she played her fingers up and down his muzzle, Dalindme found himself soothed of ills he hadn't realized he suffered. His eyes closed of their own accord and he sighed happily and, without realizing it, was deeply affected by Melinda's wish.<br/><br/>At first it was a little thing, his fur shortened then disappeared leaving his leathery skin smooth and wrinkle free. Then, more startlingly, his muzzle shrank into his cheeks, giving him Mir of a human face. The proportions were far from perfect but in the dark and not looking to closely he could pass for one of those rough and tumble types that call that most depraved parts of Whitechapel home.