Briar gave him an exaggerated, skeptical look, "I don't know you might make me sick, this hypothetical situation. I am a delicate flower you know." Whatever attempt at a pout she gave was thwarted by her clear amusement at his recovery. She was pleased he caught her addition to his phrasing.
His face though when she continued with her wrong and (apparently) offensive guesses was by far the most delightful thing this week. Her mind scrambled for other animals to mistake him for that would get under his skin, especially since he actually didn't look like his feelings were hurt, "Hey, I like raccoons! We have things in common." A dusty hand reached up to tap at her chin, "But you are a little too pretty for a raccoon, and I bet your soul waddles. Spiritually you're a waddler. I can tell."
Oh Clovis, she barely kept a straight face through that. This was the first person to see her shift in over a year, and it made her feel a bit giddy. This could be the one time that she was relieved a chase failed. Though she was curious of the not-possum form was his only one, were Protean shifters common in Aurelle? Breaking into the Infirmary to see if they had a list of all the Bound people and their abilities was on her list, though how serious she was about it changed by the hour.