That smile had to be hidden; she did not want Fenrir to think she was making fun of him. “Have you asked your father?” she managed after a minute. Summer put her hands on Fenrir’s shoulders, very carefully, and turned him around, gently pushing him back into the changing room. “Real quick, have those off so I can pay for them, and then we’ll go wherever else you want.”
He made a rather uncomfortable face, fidgeting slightly. “No… I have yet to approach my father on the matter, though my brother has suggested that I do so.” Fenrir tilted his head at her as she placed hands on him, though before he could ask he was swung around and directed back into the small booth like a sheep. This form was utterly demeaning. To be so easily forced about by a Midgardian woman… He was only glad that certain eyes could not see such a low blow to his pride.
Once in the changing room he turned again to look at her, he did as she bid him do and began to remove the shirt. Since he had been born a wolf, he clearly didn’t understand that one was usually somewhat bashful when disrobing before others. Summer was a friend, anyway. What would she care? “As you say.” He muttered carelessly, setting the shirt down with the other ones Summer had picked out for him.
Summer felt her face turn hot, but stubbornly she refused to show Fenrir any other sign of embarrassment. If he was going to give her a view, she was by damn going to enjoy it. Deliberately, she looked him up and down, lingering on every inch, and finishing with raised eyebrows.
“If you’re ready?” She offered a hand. “What else would you like to do, after I’ve paid for these?”
Fenrir shamelessly removed and for a moment stood in all his glory, completely unaware of what he was doing. He set the trousers aside and redressed, donning the clothes he had walked in with; a tunic, trousers, and boots. He shrugged, his ignorance of his actions showing on his face. “I do not know. I know nothing of what mortals do on Midgard.” He just knew that he wanted to experience as much of it as he was allowed. He thought for a moment as he picked up the clothing and draped it over his forearm. “What sort of things do you like to do?” He inquired. “Perhaps you and I could do them together.”
“Mine is a pretty ordinary sort of life, actually,” Summer told him as they walked up to the cash registers. “I tend to spend a lot of time at home, reading, with my cats. That’s when I’m not out helping save the world, which is NOT something I’m going to take you on.” She fished a card out of her back pocket and paid for the clothes, handing Fenrir the bag.
“Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but couldn’t, for … whatever reason?”