Hiko sat and swayed side to side in boredom. Grinning at the camera every so often. He looked at her and took the bag she pushed into his chest. Smiling impishly down at her. "Technically...yes I am." he said with a laugh. "Ouch. That hurts. And to think we were make such nuetral territory headway." He teased. He shook his head and bit back the flirtacious comment he was about to make. Laughing a bit and opened the bag. He didn't even wait before he stripped the other pants off. Taking the clothes and slipped them on. Struggling with the shirt some before he managed to get it on successfully. Scrunching up his face in distaste before slipping into some boxers. Another scrunching up of the face. Then sliding the pants on and struggling with the snap. Finally getting them and zipped them up.<br/><br/>He listened to her speak. "Yes ma'am." he said. Saluting like he had seen the labratory men do. He hadn't yet told her he was fully dressed. He thought on what she said. Could he do that? He thought about it silently. Yes he could but it would hurt like hell. "Yes but it will hurt me like hell so no matter what you hear do not turn around. And it won't be a permanent solution." He said. He stood and touched the camera. Stealing some of its energy and making it so the camera screen would go fuzzy. He closed his eyes and began to rip himself apart. Screaming in agonizing pain as he destroyed the flesh he had no. Whimpers and cries of pain echoing. He was soon in his "spiritual" form. The flesh began reforming his "shell" and it was now a light bronze hue. Like a person of Native American descent or someone who was tanned by the sun.<br/><br/>Panting afterwards and slumped to his knees. His hands touching the floor. His breathing heavy for a moment before it slowly began to return to normal. He lifted his head. Still panting a bit. "Okay...let me know...what you think." He said. Standing up on shaking feet. The surge of his "spiritual" form having destroyed the camera's internal mechinisms. Fried it. It was now no longer any use. "I'm sorry...my other form fried the camera." He said. A hand to his stomach. Wincing still. He looked just as sexy as before if not a little more. He soon was able to stand straight up and be like nothing had happened.