Anya knelt in front of him in the snow a moment, and she looked into those intelligent blue eyes. "You're a stubborn thing, ain't you?" she asked, rubbing the sides of his muzzle. "How about you tell me why you ain't changed back to a man yet," she suggested, willing to be distracted for a moment. Even that long, however, made her teeth chatter without the coat and shoes.
She didn't give him a chance to answer before she stood and ran past him toward the water; autopilot.