Syn shifted again, forming himself into the shape that the other man required for his comfort. "Because you know you can trust me," he pointed out, and then he smirked a bit as he asked, "Me? An angel? Have we met?" He laughed a little. A pout formed as he was teased about his height. "What I lack in height, I make up in girth," he retorted, a playful little grin dancing in his eyes.