He tilted his head up into Needy's fingers in his hair, altogether more feline than he had any right to be, really, even purring for a moment, a low, insistent, thrum. Really it was a sound that anyone who was actually human shouldn't really have been able to make.
He made a curious sound at the suggestion, going to inspect the pants in question as Phoebe went to change, shrugging finally and giving her a playful swat as he slipped behind the curtain to change, emerging not long after, dragging both hands through his hair to pull it back into a stubby tail, "They'll do."