Wyrmtongue chuckled, licking the woman's face again, before uncoiling from around her. "Pity. Sssuch a pity. But if you ever feel like having a bit of fun, I've never had sssomone sssay they were unsssatisssfied." Looking at Sugoi, he laughed. "Oh, no, I am no demon. Though asss a shaman, I have sssome power that othersss do not." Slithering into the center of the room, he looked over at 3bb, and "Mossst of your kind do not. It wasssn't until jussst recccently that your Corporate Court decccided we had any rightsss at all. And in sssome placccesss, I would be classssssified asss a pet." That last bit had a definite edge to the hissing voice, conjuring an image of a snake poised to strike.
"Ssso I found a way to better interact with your kind. Makesss thingsss easssier, yesss?" And with that, he cast a spell, transforming into a massive male troll. Clearly, however, clothes weren't part of the transformation. He dropped the spell, and said, "That isss jussst a sssample, mind you. But my ssspellsss allow me to ussse weaponsss and armor like your kind, which isss one of the big weaknessssssesss of mine."