"It's hard to say! I haven't been featherless in more than a year and a half. If that was shapeshifting it was one-way." He has a light and breezy tone, like it doesn't matter; some of the feathers on his head and neck flatten a bit, suggesting that his feelings are more complicated than that. "But I've gotta admit it's got its perks."

He has to raise his big fanned tail to let someone carrying a crate past. "But, not here." He could 'sit' if he didn't expect people to start stepping on his tail, it's wide enough to make stepping over it tricky. "Later then?"