That latter is child's play, Sweetling. Another slow flick of tail, and then Loki was changing form again in a greenish-gold shimmer. Her hair was the same, just about shoulder length, as were the blue-green eyes above a smug smile. Wearing the same clothing, just tailored more to the lithe curves of a female.

"Seriously, this is nothing." The voice was slightly higher than usual, but still low and sultry for a female. Leaning on one elbow, she continued to lounge against Christine.