Usually, M'Gul would be less than compliant before such an act - and yet, The Queen had been simply too fast for him to notice where she was pointing her finger. The nail racked against the inside of his cheek as she pushed it against him, so he suckled on her nimble, long finger, slowly licking at it genetly in order to gather her little bonding gesture. She was giving him his blood - some small measure of it, and yet, many cultures took that blood pacts were the ones most treasured. What was she doing? Some sort of bloodmagic, perhaps? The trick was foul, but terribly powerful.<br/><br/>There wasn't... pain.<br/><br/>It was rather queer. He had heard about spells that would shape one's form and frame so much to warp it down from human to minotaur, for example. And they were always described as utterly painfull. Yet, he felt no pain. The water moved underneath and around them, waving against itself and against the pool's edges with long, smooth motions. It made him thirsty, but water he could not drink. At least not this sulfuring concoction he was cleaning himself upon - M'Gul was not that thick in the head. Yet, the shapes that changed down there were suddenly not his own anymore.<br/><br/>But more... refined. His bovine features warped around themselves. Maybe to become more alike to those of a Satyr, in some senses - for while the powerful, thick horns remained in place, his jaw had come back, the muzzle warping into more human-like features of a mouth and a strong nose. His chin had grown wide and broad, thick and strong along a powerful jawline from which long, matter hair grew like a sprouted and groomed beard. His eyes remained black, yet his nose turned roman, proud and chiseled. Like the face of an ancient statue, carved from the very rock of Terra, and yet not as elegant as the same out of his furred coat that still emouldured his face like beard and hair long.<br/><br/>Even more queerly, when he took one of his unchanged hands towards his new features, they... felt... like the old ones. The muzzle was still there, as was the snot he had bore always.<strong>"...A charm... to change my looks, my Queen?"</strong>, he asked her softly.<strong>"...What else would be my Queen's first desire?"</strong>, he asked her, a hand upon the arm she had reached to offer him a little of her own blood. It had been just so spicy to the tongue!