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Fiona gave him a wry smile, taking in his face, eyes, scars and all. He didn't need to be naked for her to see how he moved and stood. He stood with his back straight, which could have just been good posture, but more than likely it meant he had back muscles strong enough to hold up the big shoulders that sat atop them. In order for that to be true, it would have to mean that his chest and front would be strong enough to balance them out. It also meant that he would have had to be doing something with his life that would mean his entire upper body would be just as strong, at least. And a not just a wolf, but a dire wolf on top of that? Didn't surprise her. He moved like an apex predator, despite the lighter hearted demeanor he was putting forth. 

Offering her the choice of form didn't sound much like a choice to her. Frying pan or fire? Neither really sounded appealing. Go full animal and lose the use of her hands, or show him that she couldn't switch back to full human, that she was indeed stuck in this half-dog form, and probably get eaten either way. She'd have to think fast. She reached up, patted his shoulder and grinned, "Aw sweetheart, you don't have to get all dressed up for me. I think you're pretty just the way you are." She drawled sweetly in her rich Irish brough. Her smart mouth would probably get her killed someday, and today was as good a day as any. 

She slid her jacket off her shoulders and tied it around her hips, leaving her mottled, furred upper torso bare, save the army green tank top she'd been issued. She brushed off the knees of her leggings and stood up straight, stretching to her full four foot height, smirking at the bottom of his sternum. She motioned back towards the table, and the other recruits, with a tilt of her head. "So, do you think they like to watch, or are we adjourning to the boudoir?"