"Headfirst it is then!" the gryphon said, scooping up her empty glass and a bottle of the mulled spicy fruit wine, and pouring her some.<br/><br/>He allowed her to lead the way upstairs, since she presumably knew where she was going. On reaching the correct door, he cracked it open and moved to scoop her up, and hold her close as he walked sideways through the doorway. "I hope Deas won't mind."<br/><br/>He laid her out gently on the bed, then started to pull off his t-shirt and trousers. As a humanoid he was a fairly impressive specimen, brushing six feet even without the tops of the wings. But when he crouched forward, his body lengthened and shifted several sizes larger, almost seven and a half feet nose to tail root, wings folded against his flanks. The no longer anthropomorphic gryphon looked sideways at the squirrel on the bed. "Like what you see?"