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The being that mere moments ago was Jack Mallory, King Playboy, looked down his long pointed muzzle at his dance partner. "So I have," he replied, grinning as only a canine can. The transformation from his mortal host had been rather more... unsettling than hers had been, though mercifully quick. He now stood nearly a foot taller on digitigrade legs, equal parts human and animal, with fur warm and tawny-brown as the sun-dried grass that scented the air around them and white as the clouds in the summer sky; a coyote shaped like a man, or a man shaped like a coyote. Jack's pinstripe suit puddled on the ground around shoes which no longer fit, and as he shook them off his hindpaws he idly wondered if Jack was going to be able to avoid paying a damage fee when he returned the suit to the rental place.
Then Coyote laughed, a low, wicked sound, because in truth he really didn't give a shit.
He raised his head and tasted the air in the ballroom, then let out a howl of sheer joy. Ah, the sweet scent of chaos and confusion. He had no idea what forces had caused this, but he wanted to buy them a drink in thanks -- half his work was already done for him!
Changing Woman's fingers in his fur brought his attention back to her. "So I have," he said again, bringing one hand-paw up to brush her cheek. "And you... have never looked better." He drank in her lush figure, filling out the skimpy outfit Kami was wearing, from the best vantage point possible. "We have a lot of lost time to make up for, don't we?"