"Do you like-? Oh." He shifted self-consciously, a gesture Frost didn't even seem capable of making, and yet here she was - making it. Julian thought the cape was cool, in all it's splendor and everything. Did he have a bad taste in fashion? Mixing white with white seemed easy enough. He thought he looked good in the combination! He'd never seen the furry cape before, he wondered when she might have worn something so regal looking, and why. Julian sighed, "Yeah I've seen the whole thing." Then his eyes widened, realizing at how wrong (and truthful) that sounded. "Like I mean her wardrobe, and I guess the other stuff too because I had to." Not like he wanted to, no! He didn't want Vanessa to think that of him, even though he had been pretty pervy about everything after getting over the initial shock. Still, there had been certain things about Ms. Frost he didn't check out because he felt like some watching higher power (Frost herself, perhaps) was watching and would strike down upon him with great vengeance and furious anger, etc, etc. "She has some really bizarre things, I was in a corset the other day!" That sounded.... a lot weirder when he said out loud.
"Not helping." Julian buried is face in his hands again. "I can't wear her track outfits and sneakers Vanessa, that's unfashionable outside of the Danger Room!" He started groaning, he couldn't even believe what he was saying. Yet somehow, his neon green nike dunks were acceptable? It gave him comfort, at the very least, some reassurance that he was Julian trapped in a witch's body. Not that he didn't like Ms. Frost, not that he didn't think she had a kickin' body, but this was too much for him he couldn't take it anymore. Each day that passed he felt like he was becoming Ms. Emma Grace Frost! He was even faking her stupid accent (ok, it wasn't stupid, he was sorry Ms. Frost for thinking that!) for her! He felt like he was under constant psychic stress that she was watching him, even though he was currently in possession of her ultimate and awesome powers.
"Cannot be unseen." He replied flatly, but didn't want to get into the details how he had delicately stripped Frost's clothes off to have a peek at what all had wondered. Sitting down on the bed with Vanessa made Julian's head go to a funny place. He couldn't help it. Although he wasn't quite as enamored with Terry as he was for Carlysle, he knew Vanessa was in there, and had settled in his mind that she was just currently shapeshifted (he just left out the reason why) and it was only temporary. Any moment now he'd see his blue girlfriend again. But there was something about a chick changing into a pair of heels that was really... well... sexy. His Un-Frost thoughts made him sit more ridged as if to make up for it. This was probably a bad idea, and he regretted trying so hard. The heels, admittedly, were pretty hot, even though he thought it would be weird to walk in them. He ran his thumb over the white leather absently while Vanessa was prepping her demonstration. "Um yeah probably I guess." He muttered quietly. His hand withdrew from fidgeting and he placed them in his lap, "Thanks again, for like helping me out." Eyes glued as he watched Terry's body bend and shift to put on a pair of demonstration heels. Thankfully Frost had a pretty deadpan default facial expression.