Sam stopped too. It would just look like they were talking, hanging out, shooting the breeze, whatever. To random passerby's, they certainly were not discussing the concept of shapeshifting and bibbidy bobbidy boo-shit. "How are you not exempt?" Sam wondered, quirking an eyebrow. "It's not just...animals, right?"
Then something occurred to him. "I just need to know what I'm in for," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose as if staving off a headache. What the hell, was he going to turn into a unicorn? Why God!!! He would give his right arm for a time machine. Maybe even sell a kidney on the black market. What was going on?!