"Excuse me?" Here at last he begins to sound like his old dignified self again. "Take the stairs?!"
He surruptiotiously stops flexing the toes of one forepaw from where he'd just been about to flick a Detonation at the unsuspecting wall. Had she taken even a split second longer about being so particular, she could have kissed that fading wallpaper goodbye.
"I'm trying to do you a favor, Kitty. And your sweet landlord, come to think of it. This room could use some more natural light. Do you know I nearly missed seeing that window entirely when I was trying to figure out how to get inside? I can barely even see you now. I've been squinting in the dark this whole time we've been talking. It's dreadful. It really is."
This he complains without remit as he sulkily maneuvers himself around in the tight confines of the room, making loathed changes to his shape and dimension as he goes. By the time he's facing the door inside of the perfectly good window he can fit through it without so much as cracking the door frame. Lower his head? Use the front door? Just who does she think she is? He is perfectly within his rights to refuse her entirely, thank you very much.
He takes the stairs, though makes a point of staying as large as the stairwell allows without scraping her off on any light fixtures or low hanging doorways like gum from a shoe. Which for the record, is actually more technically skilled than blowing out any old crumbling wall and flouncing off into the sky. It requires a constant subtle manipulation of his essence to both maintain the sphinx's appearance and gravitas all while elongating and contracting certain key elements of his form to fill every available cobwebby corner. Any old djinni can bust through a few inches of plaster and stone. It takes one of real ability to look imposing in a little old foyer.
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He surruptiotiously stops flexing the toes of one forepaw from where he'd just been about to flick a Detonation at the unsuspecting wall. Had she taken even a split second longer about being so particular, she could have kissed that fading wallpaper goodbye.
"I'm trying to do you a favor, Kitty. And your sweet landlord, come to think of it. This room could use some more natural light. Do you know I nearly missed seeing that window entirely when I was trying to figure out how to get inside? I can barely even see you now. I've been squinting in the dark this whole time we've been talking. It's dreadful. It really is."
This he complains without remit as he sulkily maneuvers himself around in the tight confines of the room, making loathed changes to his shape and dimension as he goes. By the time he's facing the door inside of the perfectly good window he can fit through it without so much as cracking the door frame. Lower his head? Use the front door? Just who does she think she is? He is perfectly within his rights to refuse her entirely, thank you very much.
He takes the stairs, though makes a point of staying as large as the stairwell allows without scraping her off on any light fixtures or low hanging doorways like gum from a shoe. Which for the record, is actually more technically skilled than blowing out any old crumbling wall and flouncing off into the sky. It requires a constant subtle manipulation of his essence to both maintain the sphinx's appearance and gravitas all while elongating and contracting certain key elements of his form to fill every available cobwebby corner. Any old djinni can bust through a few inches of plaster and stone. It takes one of real ability to look imposing in a little old foyer.