"Oh, sometimes I don't pick the shape. Sometimes the shape picks me. And sometimes it's a little of both. I like to choose things, and I get rather cross when I can't."

He makes a sound like a deep purr, layered with the sensation of shaking fresh rain from one's fur made audible.

"Tell you what, I'll make you a little deal. You show me something fun here... something to make me forget the rule of wake-hunt-fight-hide-eat-sleep. And I'll give you claws for a little while- any claws you want. Are there any claws you've never had but wanted to know what it's like to have them? I can give them to you."