[ Ah, he has a barely noticeable wince at the demon comment. It doesn't bother him a lot, but the demonic or cursed label has been slapped on Moonlit for a lot of history. It reflexively causes a reaction, but for all he knows, comparison to demonic possession is a compliment in Magic Land or wherever she’s from.

So he extends his hand with a smile, palm up, the movement making a crackly noise, especially when he invitingly wiggles his fingers. Despite the sound, the ice is seamless even as it moves. ]

Oh, go ahead- I don't frostbite.

[ He saw her reaction to his last pun. Have another.

His hand is, indeed, real ice. Cold and solid, the moisture in the air clinging to his fingers. ]

You keep up that smile; you'll see me melt, alright.

[ There's nothing Yamada finds more encouraging than a receptive audience, so he's tickled by Ivy's reaction. Despite that, he plays it cool (and notes to use that one) because it's funnier to him to say these things with a straight face. ]

I can put it together in different ways if I want to feel more or less- right now, it's... like running something over your nails. You don't feel it, but you know it's happening. I usually do that when I'm mixing and matching. Otherwise, the signals start get crossed. [ It's hard enough for a human mind to handle his body as it is. The crackling noise starts again as he spreads the ice up his arm, blossoming over him. His stubble turns to frost, his hair icicles. Luckily, there is such a thing as green ice, so he can keep his signature eye colour as he imitates a jade berg. His tracksuit stays fabric, but a puffy fur lining sprouts and a hood flops out. Which might give the game away that he's actually nude, he just fakes clothing for politeness sake. ] There. Now I can feel it all.

[ His voice remains deep, but having a body made from a crystalline material gives it a resonant quality, like a talking wine glass. Each word hums and comes with a tiny cloud of breath. He likes it when people enjoy what he is, and will happily show off for her as long as she wishes. Heck, he'll take requests! ]

[ It's sealed. Yamada likes her; Rook's adorable reaction to his low-energy flirting is a solid 10/10. He's a little taken aback by the sudden roaming hands, but doesn't pull away. He's pretty good at keeping calm under pressure, and he's extending the talent to unexpectedly handsy cuties. He just quirks an eyebrow, cracks a tiny smile and is thankful that ice doesn't blush.

Rook is treated to a variety of textures, his frosty stubble is rough, while his neck is slick. True to his word, he can feel everything much better now. Shame she stops at the chest though, he had an ice cold six pack joke ready- wait, wait, no! ]

Yeah, and I've got ice-pec too. [ Hehehe. Nailed it. He gently places one of his hands atop hers, wondering if she's getting too cold. She seems the sort to get distracted by excitement and forget about the pesky limits of being a person. ] Anyway, it's not that tiring. I don't use up energy to maintain a form- just to actively transform. It makes clothing the easiest part.

[ His other hand grips the zip of his jacket and slides it down, so he can pull it open on one side, his and her other hand holding the other closed. He's got quite an (ice) sculpted physique. He's doing this for science. Yeah. Science. Not showing off. ]

I keep it simple, minimal senses, no complex inner workings and as long as it stays in contact with the rest of me, I don't have to think about it all day.

[ He decides not to share the part that gives him mixed feelings- since he's not actively maintaining a shape, he has no real form to return to, and has had to put himself together piece by piece for years. He doesn't know what face he would have if he grew up without his powers, but he's pretty sure it's not this one! ]

I've got plenty of energy left, if you have a request.

[ Yamada finally gives a big grin at her various praise of his terrible puns, his weird biology (if you can call it that), and the fun choice she makes. She seems to have a special talent for entirely inadvertently picking things to say that twinge special meaning to him. Turning into a cat for cuddles was a childhood vice of his and he's hesitant to do it again. But... Rook is cute enough he'll make a partial exception.

His grin is the first change, as his canines turn feline- then keep going, past his chin. ]

I can do cat.

[ He has to do some showmanship when it comes to animal transformations. Not that he's complaining. But shifting shape is often nightmare fuel, unlike simple material alterations. He decides to share some of the cuter aspects, like the teeth. And his ears, which flick from human roundness to a pair of flurry, white with black lining cat ears with a 'sproing!' But after that, the frost of his stubble puffs up and out, covering him entirely in snow, including burying her hand in it. The sensation comes with his hand giving her a little reassuring squeeze before releasing. The snow swirls, rearranging into a quadruped. A very large quadruped, Rook's chin about level with the head. He shakes, as if tossing off snow- though it never seems to go anywhere, just wafts about and merges with his fur until she's face to face with a titanic sabretooth tiger, with fluffy fur. Mostly white, with black stripes. And the same sparkling emerald eyes, though now slitted.

He takes a moment to perform the biiiiiiig stretch, dinner tray paws on the ground, butt in the air. ]

So... cat enough for you?

[ His voice is mostly the same, it's already deep and husky, but he adds just a hint of purr. Everyone likes a purr. ]

[ 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.

[ Yamada happily flops down into the classic big cat pose, hind legs stretched out to the side and forelegs upright, head up. It's a perfect posture for her to snuggle up to in all sorts of configurations. Knees, laying down, leaning on him like a backrest, all good.

Her joke makes him laugh, though it's not a roar of laughter- it's more like a rhythmic increase and decrease of purring intensity. He's come to terms with a lot of the dark side of his powers, especially now he doesn't transform involuntarily nearly as often, but it's still nice to have what he is embraced. Literally embraced, in this case. He tilts his head, careful with his massive sabre fangs, pressing a little closer. ]

Perhaps a bit late... but my name is Yamada. [ Just Yamada. More than one name is a thing for nobles where he's from. He even skips the usual 'Name, from Place' other people give because the Place he's from is gone. ] Though you can call me Yameowda at the moment.

[ Yamada opens his mouth to reply (he speaks with this throat, not having real lips at the moment) and the words just melt into a rumbling sound best put as 'nnnunnf.' It's called huffing and it's a thing tigers do, so Yamada happily worked it into his shape. He's got a brain in his big cat skull, after all, and he's filtering his thoughts through it.

With another chuff, he lifts his head and lowers his chin to bap weightlessly atop Rook's head, the fangs framing her face. ]

Mmm. Bird or chess?

[ He's curious about the nickname, and pondering if having two actual names makes her a noble in her world, same as his. You never really know what's 'normal', do yah? ]