"Yeah..." He sighed in defeat, rubbing the back of his head, then smoothing his hair out after almost immediately. The reaction was expected, and he was a little surprised to see "Terry" answer the door, but it was what he had anticipated anyway so... "It's me!" His eyebrows shot up and he shrugged his bare shoulders, the fur tickling his cheek a little bit as he did. "Pffttt pfftt!" He spat when some of it went into his mouth. "Sorry, Frost's wardrobe is um..." He stopped to try and think of a good way to word it. "Exciting." He wished he hadn't used that word. Exciting. He didn't want to give Vanessa any ideas of him playing dress-up with Ms. Frost. Even though he totally had. "Can I... Can I please come in?" He still managed to keep up the faux-British accent despite everything, it was relatively easy and it made him feel more like Frost. He figured his mentor would approve.
When Nessa let him in, Julian covered his face in his hands. He'd learned to do everything for Ms. Frost... put on lipstick... paint her nails... put on eyeliner and mascara... all he needed was to learn how to walk (and rock) her shoes. Frost seemed to have control of her body, even when she wasn't actually in control of it. He felt a little ridiculous in his sneakers, it even looked wrong to him. He didn't want to die when they switched back, so he was doing everything in his power to just try and... keep Frost happy. "These." He held the very high-heeled, pointed white boots helplessly in his hands. "I can't walk in them and... I should probably learn..." Julian sighed, he couldn't take this anymore, he didn't want to be Ms. Frost! He wanted to be Julian Keller! His arms flung around Vanessa's shoulders, and he hugged her tightly. "I want this to stop Vanessa. I can't look at Ms. Frost naked anymore! It's killing me!"