Maybe it'd get easier with time, if Lincoln didn't get out of this form. He knew that a few people had been through things like this before, always temporary, but that Devon kid had turned into an adult in days and stayed that way. What was to say the same thing wouldn't happen to him and he'd forever be a temptress? He sighed as he swallowed down more pancake, going through scenarios in his head, like what might be the cure to this thing.... and then he noticed Nic staring at him, not like normal, but an intent and purposeful gaze.
"..... do I have something on my chin?"
--- Linc was pretty. Beautiful, even. Delicate. Unlike how he was supposed to look. Nic never would have known who this person was, would never have suspected, if Lincoln never again opened his mouth. Nic thought he could get used to this.
"No," he said after a moment, meeting Linc's new shapely eyes. "I'm just looking at you. Getting used to what you are looking like now. You are pretty, you know. I'm sure that you were before, as a man, but now you're... lovely. I guess you are an ideal kind of woman."
--- With a very suspicious look, Lincoln stilled as Nicanor spoke. He wasn't sure he entirely believed his friend, after the very open disgruntled behaviour Nic had displayed before. The hunter tilted his head slightly, glancing down at himself as the other man mentioned being pretty. Lincoln did feel it, somehow. Like his delicate bones and elegant curves felt the way he looked. But when Nicanor mentinoed he was ideal?
"You're teasing me. Pulling my leg. I know, you don't really feel that way and it's weird yadda yadda..."
--- Instead of being annoyed, as most men were when a woman refused a compliment, Nic chuckled to himself and shook his head. "You have been a woman your entire life," he teased. "But it has taken you looking like one for that to be clear to me." He didn't elaborate on it, and instead got up and went to the kitchen because the time had come to make bacon. His brain had been bothering him long enough about it.
--- Something about Nicanor's offhand remark made Lincoln still somewhat. That hadn't been what Nic was thinking, surely? He'd gotten the impression there was something else stirring beneath the eyes of the lycan and whilst he'd normally drop it, or casually bring it up again at a later date, today he wasn't feeling in that mood. Linc followed him promptly. just as he saw him getting the bacon out the fridge. "I don't understand you," he said simply. "You turn to look at me with this weird.... look. And then you're making bacon."
--- Laughing a little, Nic pulled out his skillet and a fork and set to cooking. "There's nothing much to understand," he said, chuckling. "The thing is, you're... you. You are Linc, you are a man, at least I still think about you that way. But right now, in my kitchen, you're a very pretty girl. And when I am near a beautiful woman, I will notice her. I will look at her. But because you are still you, and I still think about you as you, I did not want to notice you. But then, I am thinking to myself, what if he's stuck this way for a long time? Making myself not look at you only made me want to look more. So I did look. That's all it is."