The worgen let out a long laugh, the sound rather rough, and he shook his head.<br/><br/>"I was stuck in this beast faer more 'an a year, roamin' th' Black Wald of Gilneas. A near-mindless beast, though I made th' Forsaken shake in 'eir boney boots." He snorted, eyeing her closely, then shrugged.<br/><br/>"When the curse takes 'old, yae lose yaerself. Yae become a beast, as I said. Took me gettin' pinched an' some druidy magic tae get my soul stitched back intae one piece. I can shift 'tween states like a frog jumpin' from a pond." He grinned. "An' while yaer words an' flattery are appreciated, love,  I got my reasons, least o' which is bein' able tae fit through a damned door." He chuckled, then sat back down, retrieving his sketchbook. "Got some other reasons tae, though I doubt they'd interest a lady o' yaer caliber." A wolfish smirk lit his features, eyes glinting with humor - he was teasing her, and he was sure she knew. Tery wanted to see how she'd react - aside from the faint scent of her arousal at the sight of his change.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>