His cheeks reddened for perhaps the first time around Terry and he looked away. “I am not adorable,” he said in spite of the fact that he knew full well that the form he took, the dog, it was probably the worst one he could ever have taken for how fearsome it was. At least he wasn’t a chihuahua. Things could have been worse.
“Like I said to you a few seconds ago, it’s a very different thing to be in a dog’s mind and having a bath with you felt absolutely natural,” he said, knowing that it wasn’t enough to excuse the fact that he was here. In Terry’s bed and very much naked.
“I was wearing clothes when I changed,” he said, looking away and down at the bedding, and then at himself, and then at Terry. And he was naked. Just as naked as Tim was and he couldn’t be thinking about that first time they’d met right now.