Stavros let go of the cord around his ankle, tentatively put one finger on Micha's tailfin. It felt scaly but supple to the touch, and he wondered if it was prehensile, if she could hit things with it. That made him take his hand away, lest he get slapped.
"I need clothes. You need clothes," he said with a snicker that fought it's way to the surface despite his best efforts to be blase. One hand waved in the direction of the apartment buildings, and he added, "I sleep in one of those buildings. How long before you don't have a tail anymore so we can walk there?"