[ It's sometimes useful for Yamada to expose someone to Cronenberg-style body horror, but it might kill the mood he's enjoying so much. Rook's enjoyment of his powers is a precious jewel to him.

As is her free-spirited affection. He's shied away from that sort of thing for a while, using his humour more to make distance than shrink it. He's once again happy that his form has no room for blushing, that fluster is made even easier to hide. He doesn't have to shapeshift a pokerface on. Still, she gets a bunt, as he presses his forehead to her. There's a sensation of enormous strength in the body. He's used it for fighting more than once, but right now it's nuzzling. ]

Hehehe... fangs for the compliment. [ He sits, and leans slightly to the side. Seeing if she'll go down with him if he lays down. He's big enough to be a decent sofa. ] I think I scan spare an hour or two, but a day will require prior arrangement.