There was a great roar as the beast before the girls threw back its head, but it soon became clear that it was an exclamation of laughter rather than a display of anger or annoyance. It shook with heavy guffaws over and over, its head bobbing up and down before, finally, one last time the head came down, touching its forehead to the floor.<br/><br/>"Oh... stop, stop..." The winged man-lion said in perfect English. Before their eyes, the body transformed. It went from the eight foot long body of an immense cat to that of a man of only 6 feet, curled with knees underneath and head down to the floor the way the other creature had just been. He stopped laughing slowly and got to his feet, wiping a tear from his dark eyes. The handsome face that had once seemed so out of place was now housed within a perfectly complimentary male body. He was clothed in tight black leather that was accented in white embroidery and he looked between the two horrified girls with a grin on his face before walking to the edge of the circle. He paused there and looked down at the hastily scribed chalk diagram and raised an eyebrow. For one small moment, he feigned terror and gave off the appearance that he was trapped. He then rolled his eyes and grinned farther, stepping clean outside the chicken scratch and pushing past the two mortified women to head for the stairs.