[ The pretense is cute, and though their plans for tonight certainly weren't this, he has no qualms with being wrapped up in shiny new paper and delivered to her for her birthday, if she finds it entertaining. He feels his face heat beneath his mask as he begins to turn in place as instructed, but along with his flush comes a bashful grin. Indulging her playful examination, he flips his cape out of the way so she can see his front better, and then--glancing over his shoulder--does the same when his back is to her. ]

You approve? I suppose I could change if you didn't, but I spent quite some time getting ready.

[ When he's completed his slow twirl, he allows himself to look at her again, taking in the details of her outfit. It skews decidedly risqué compared to her usual taste, and he can't help feeling that of the two of them, he's getting a better present here. ]

If you don't like scruffy redheads, I am afraid there is less I can do for you in that regard.

[ That isn't remotely true. With his mastery of transmutation he could physically alter every detail about himself, no illusion necessary. He could give himself any form or features he chose, human or otherwise. Thankfully he knows her, so he's well aware that offer would be less appealing to a woman whose enemies use magic to steal the faces and identities of others than it would be to most people. ]