"Just be glad I can't grow a goatee. Only fuzzy dates you'll have is with a Great Dane." It was tempting to nuzzle her neck while he was leaning in. He hadn't shapeshifted in a while for that exact reason; he always carried a bit of animal instinct back with him when he became human, and most any mammal or bird used that as a gesture of affection. Getting playfully pushed away helped keep the temptation to a minimum.
Part of the reason he'd picked this place and this day was because of the crowds. They were pretty good, all things considered, but the popular sections of the museum would be full, so they would be obligated to hold hands. Which was pretty awesome. It was like she read his mind and saw his evil scheme, which was admittedly quite possible.