No one answered the lady for a moment, then a soft creaking came from the luxurious chair behind the counter. Wood twisted into limbs, and pads swelled into a torso.
Quintella's pink eyes widened as the fabric turned into a long blue robe, and a human face formed from the backrest. Reflexively, she hid behind Adam, gripping his coat and blurting out, "The chair transformed into a man!"
The man chuckled, tucking locks of dark hair that had been decorative straps a second ago behind his ear. "Did the chair turn into a man, or did a man turn into a chair?" He raised a playful finger, his eyes curving. "Three pages about shapeshifting theories and their daily applications on my desk by tomorrow. Hahaha! Don't tense up so much, little lady. It's a joke—a joke."
