Elf-Ersiab smirks, and then her body warps a bit, assuming the form of a charming young male elf, about the same size as Blue. He looks over himself before nodding. “Yep, this looks right, I think.” he says, and then looks back to Blue. “We Sim’maberrs copy the DNA of creatures we eat or are eaten by, and can take on their forms... I can tell you anything you want to know, or we can get straight down to business!” He quickly leans in, awkwardly close to Blue with a flirty smile and half-lidded eyes. Their noses are almost touching when he asks, “What do you say?”