This close, I could imagine him like he used to be, all scales and sinew, that deep smoky scent that was both common of our kind and yet still uniquely his, now hidden under tobacco and aftershave. And at the same time, I could see a new depth to his eyes in the darkness, and the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw in a way that wouldn't be physically possible in his original form.

He took one hand in another and popped his knuckles with a series of cracks.

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