Harold shrugged, "Can't you get him a girlfriend without having to change into him? I mean whoever it was would like you instead of him anyway right?"
He stopped at the edge of the water, his legs spread, each foot resting on a raised root to hold him steady over the shallow pool. Oh, that question was one Harold hadn't been expecting. He wobbled a little and threw her an innocent 'butter-wouldn't-melt' smile. "You?" He offered.