Tall is not the only thing that Roman is stupidly. Thinking on the outcome of what this means is important. The momentary thrill much like a thick line of coke will have repercussions. Except he worries that if he thinks over this any more he'll talk himself out of it. Yes. It's weird. But werewolves and shared dreams aren't?

He slips off his casual shirt for a button down and a blazer. Roman also gets on his watch and one of the few pairs of trousers he has. It's a date isn't it? He steps out not too much longer after. He would like to give an air of indifference to his own appearance but that's a bold face lie. Roman likes to feel good. Maybe it makes him feel likes hollow. A glance in the mirror and he slicks back his hair. Staring into his own face he hopes to find a sense of gravity, like a voice of reason will come to him. There is none. Now would be a lousy time to try and reach out to Shelley anyway.

Is he ugly? Sometimes he has no idea. Others he is sure of it.

Out of the room now and it's like being in Peter's presence, no matter the shape, he finds himself pulled to warmer, more lively thoughts.

"So...?" Big palms rub together for warmth and to do something. Normally he'd take the girl's hand or arm. Peter's not a girl. Really. Sort of.