"Why do you look happy?" Ronan asked suspiciously as his form returned back to normal, the horns on his head dissipating along with the draconic scales.
"...I don't look particularly happy."
"You do... just like when you're hanging around your little girlfriend. You always have that 'happy' expression..." he pressed on, his eyes narrowing slighly.
"And you also seemed strangely delighted when I revealed this transformation of mine, as if you were awaiting for it."
His sharpened even further almost to the point of blinking.
'...'
And yet, despite his suspicion, Gray remained extremely calm, as if everything Ronan had said was merely false.
"You done yet?" he asked, letting out a bored sigh.
"MHMNNN..."
He continued eyeing Gray for fifteen more seconds before finally giving up on his suspicions, and suddenly rubbed his belly.
"Damn... I'm starved! This transformation must consume a lot of stamina or something..."
