You know those dumb quizzes people do to find out which sea animal they are or what colour their soul is? Like that, except I know my answers already. [ He shrugs, hands in the pockets of his coat as they walk the streets, his sense of direction allowing his mind to wander. ] I can't turn into a fly these days because I'm not that sort of person, but I can do a fox and otter easily. Horses, too.

[ He flashes Grady a curious look. ]

I'm also genderfluid, as the mortal term goes. I sway from one side of the spectrum to the other, as it feels right.