She shakes her head. "I'll keep this form. I'd rather have people distracted by staring here," she says, gesturing to her well-endowed chest, "Than at me, because I'm a horrific monster that likes the taste of human and elf. And I'm still incredibly scared of you, no matter what you say, if not for the same reasons." She shivers, a little, at the memory of his flexing of power. "Really... I'd rather you just... didn't call much attention to me," she says, furtively. "I'd rather survive this on my own."