Jack, at a loose end, gave up his hold on the ground and let himself bob gently up and down. Forget walking, this was much more comfortable. Though he would not let go his hold on the human form and puff back into his proper shape. It seemed as if everyone here was human, and it would be rude to distract from that pleasing symmtry.

Also, he liked being human, dark and sleekly handsome. Even if it was so much more limited-- no tail to curl around a sister's wrist or a lover's thigh. Hands, in comparison, were dull.