Roger could see the difference the moment she breathed in and out and- Oh. Immediately, his attention shifted to his palette and his brush as he mixed a new color, shifting his brush to the canvas, trying to capture what he'd seen in the lines of her body, in the look in her eyes. "Beautiful..." He breathed out softly, not even aware he was saying the word out loud.
As focused as he was on the painting, he could still follow along with her conversation. And so he listened, half-translating the words into a feeling on the canvas, but also paying attention just to her. "But you can't transform, can you? Not right now, I mean, not until the full moon?"