The touching made him confused and oddly uncomfortable. His anger and happiness kept fighting and clawing at each other that he had a mentally structured war of himself and him in his own little head. Before long, it would stop, a feeling of relief... Sadness as well. He looks up to her, before frowning slightly. This was beginning to be your regular face. However, he makes the sides of his mouth smile a bit, at least trying not to look in mild distress over himself. He hated it. This internal war. He would take the towel, drying himself off slowly. However, she instructs for him to hurry his pace, and he quickly does so, wrapping the towel around himself and then following after her quickly, folding the towel and putting it down by the pool when he had dried. Her size was... Much bigger than he was now. He had been a bit taller than her before this happened. He looked to the side of him, a sort of marage would have his old former self walking beside him. He tried to take ahold of it by reaching out, but it would vanish. He looks down to the ground, an irritated look on his face.<br/><br/>As they went down the halls, he would observe the surroundings. The smells were putrid of precious metals... Hopefully not silver. Though, with his wyrm side that he had obtained, that silver allergy might not even exist in him now. It didn't even exist in him before due to his complex genetics. He can't be to sure, so he begins to become careful. As they go to the grooming room. There the four servants would let their care inbound to the two. While Grezra was being taken care of... He would twiddle with his thumbs and give off an irritated look, like he was in thought. His fur was messed around, and he wasn't even bothered to look. It made him feel odd. These servants made him angry, yet they didn't do anything but serve. Why was that? PROBABLY BECAUSE THEY GAVE HIM AN ODD MOUSTACHE. He likes the fur trim up, but this moustache was atrocious to him. He could smell the coconut oil and grumbles to himself. "Thank you... Lady Tia." He replies to her compliment on his fur. He gives one of the servants an angry look (the one who had done his fur), before sitting down quietly, he was less than these bloody servants. His leash was oddly strict to him despite having rather no hold onto it whatsoever.