'It didn't always work out. He had to find spots to roost...if a place wasn't already made for him. Last city, he was draping over rooftops and flying above.' Shiro lifts himself back up off his side and settles all four feet under him. He's content to stay like this. Being a Lion is as comfortable as human body so long as he doesn't start approaching the upper limit of his time spent in another shape.

He releases it, and sits up, pulling his arms back and stretching his shoulders. Going from sensations based on machine senses to flesh and blood is always a trip. "My magic has some side effects. Longer I'm the Lion the more...out of body I feel when I return to myself."

Shiro cracks his knuckles and folds his legs under him. "Actually, since you brought up your magic. ...have you noticed any side effects to it? Anything at all." He pauses, smile dawning and adds with a trace of amusement. "Other than seeing how fast everyone's reflexes are."