"This venerable one does not smile," he told her, deadpan as he turned his head to look at her when she came down to sit on his shoulder. He was tempted to reach up and grab her... throw her to the ground or against a wall. But between the speed of her shapeshifting and his own mortal weakness, he doubted it would do anything to deter her.

He continued walking as she'd instructed. The faster he got his belongings, the faster he could potentially get his powers back.

"How varied is your ability?" he asked after a moment. "Is shapeshifting all you can do?"

Might as well learn as much as he can about her. It would make choosing a fitting punishment easier.