Robin gives a snort that results in an unexpected flash of flame from behind his teeth. His eyes widen the slightest bit, but he recovers without much of a falter. "Careful or I'll choose a sheep," he says, and he can't give much of a wicked grin in this shape, but he tries his best. He adds, "Or maybe a goat with an appetite for that lovely kilt you're wearing." He can't promise how he'll feel about preserving Ganymede's possessions--or his modesty--once he's changed shape.

That's all the warning Ganymede gets before he starts to shift. The actual change starts with the flames again, but halfway through he makes a decision toward deviousness and the flicker is extinguish by a sort of outward-then-inward squash of whitish fluff. Then he stands there as a goat, small and sturdy with pleasantly curved horns, and as it turns out, that wicked smile translates much better to a goat's facial features than a dragon's. He gives a little kick and prance and heads pointedly toward the camera...and Ganymede behind it.

Before he's out of frame, he teasingly comes to a halt again. Apparently he's still capable of a bit of self-control, goat or not. He can't help bouncing about a little more, however, and he's suddenly wishes for something tall to climb, so the instincts of the shape are definitely working on him in at least a couple of ways.

[*cough* ...my username is Lyricality, if you'd like a friend :V]