She has but to ask. Andrei slips into a smaller form, one a few inches shorter than his warrior woman, with his characteristically pointed ears and darker eyes and longer, shaggier hair. At least he styled it before he came. The gold in his vest and tie fades to delicate embroidery as the main colors darken to violet that matches her dress.

"Dance with me, my Kell?" he asks, smiling sheepishly.