Nike only smirked at Hope as she seemed speechless. Yet, being the ham he was, he did a little turn. Melinda had said for the spell to work he had to think of the shape he wanted--whoever or whatever he had imagined, it was good. Maybe he had seen too many of his human friend's fashion magazines, in which underwear ads were overflowing. Or perhaps he had thought of his hunting companions in Elysium, where they would camp for days out in the deeper wild, who bared all and cared not. Mikhail came to mind.
"This is good then. I am sorry I had to tell you to wait and sound suspicious. I wanted to surprise you." He smiled and then walked up toward Hope to try and take her hand and kiss it.
"What do you think now? Am I.....better this way?"