Asar-Suti senses the melancholy, and squeezes Gil's hand back.

"Who knows, one day you might get the option of faun-shape back at last - Pan won't punish you forever! And then we can play with them, and we can cavort in the woods in faun-shape, all by ourselves. Making love in faun shape must be easy and beautiful..." he muses.

Oh dear, Asar-Suti and his one-track mind. Well, two-track; the other track is magic and books on it.

He holds the door open for Gil, kissing his cheek as they step inside.