That tail started smacking the ground behind him again, when Miguel reminded him. He had just told him. He gave a whiny little arf, and licked at whatever was close, an apology. But he wasn't really looking at his choice human, he was looking up at Sarah.
Sarah frowned when she realized she was taller than him. "Oh yeah, I remember having to help you convince Lyla that you were you." She tugged at the hem of her shirt, forcing it down over the butt of her jeans.
At least until Miguel took her hand. She sighed softly. She pouted slightly. "I have a beard Miguel. And no pink stuff at all, or a single sparkle in my closet."