In preparation for his new friend's visit, Zevran had already removed his shirt. He stood in front of a mirror, studying his new body. Tattoos wrapped around his ribs, and lower, disappearing into his trousers. That was right, at least. His body seemed slightly fuller, more solid. Colors seemed subtly wrong, as well. The most glaring difference, however, was the ears. He ran a finger over the blunt, curved tip. He had never cared if the humans called him knife-ear, like many elves did, but to be one of the shems, as those elves called them... Well.
He shook his head and looked up when the door sounded. He moved over and opened it, stretching languidly. "It is good to see you, my friend," he said. He hesitated a moment, then gestured down at himself. "So. What do you think?" he asked quietly.