He could only mimic her mannerisms to a certain degree. Raven had plenty of practice being in the form of others so he was able to behave in a more feminine or masculine fashion as his purpose depended upon at the time. But even then, it might not match up entirely with the real person. There was a reason he was very careful about the people that he turned into and when he did it.
And it was way more fun when people were drunk and didn't expect it.
"No, I was driven from my people before they arrived." For Raven, this had nothing to do with politics and everything to do with his history and his own life. There was certainly a difference as far as he was concerned. "Now they wear our sacred clothing for photoshoots and turn us into caricatures and mascots." She had asked the question and so he gave her a real reason, though he kept any bitterness from his voice. "But despite their efforts to kill us" and he could recount far too many of those "my people have always been strong and they have always survived."
Much like the gods themselves.
"This is the body I was given." He leaned back, giving her a good look. There wasn't anything shy about him, even fully clothed and looking somewhat normal. Well, as normal as he ever did. There was the hint of black ink curling over the top of his collarbone, though the tattoo itself was hidden beneath the long sleeves. "I respect it by keeping it as my own." He flashed the same mischievous grin. "Most of the time."