[There's no real sensation of changing -- one moment he's in his human form, and the next he's disappeared, appearing instead in his goddess's hand -- a circular mirror backed by a golden disc with a sun pattern on it, only barely small enough to be held in one hand.]
[Though he can't move of his own volition like this, he somehow still gives the sense of being ready to pounce.]
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[Though he can't move of his own volition like this, he somehow still gives the sense of being ready to pounce.]
Well, then.
Shall we... my lady?