"Well, results seem promising so far," Lacey says when she sees him in them.

He laughs.

You see this face? This is the face of reluctantly resisting temptation.

What a good face.

Hank coughs. "So, we should probably actually go outside."

"Good idea."

He didn't take the tour, so someone else will have to lead the way.

Lacey can do that.

They run into Raven on the way there.

She takes one look at Serafin in no shirts and tight shorts, turns to Lacey, and says seriously, "You are a lucky woman."

He grins.

"Oh, I know I am," she says, more than a bit smug. "He's not just flaunting his unbearable hotness, we're testing Hank's Pants That Won't Get Destroyed prototype."

"Can I watch?"

"I don't see why not."

Hank gets slightly flustered and tries and fails to hide it, but it doesn't interfere with making it the rest of the way outside.

"Okay--try a humanoid one first."

He shrugs. He grows to ten feet tall, with claws and fangs and blood-red skin and a fluffy black lion's mane. The shorts are just fine.

Lacey looks up at him appreciatively.

He grins down at her.

Fifteen feet tall?

The shorts go slightly paler in color. Hank takes notes.

Twenty feet?

The shorts look slightly redder, actually.

Twenty-five?

The shorts--

go completely invisible, actually.

Hank flushes and takes notes and hides his face behind his clipboard.

"Such a lucky woman," Raven informs Lacey in a hushed voice.

"Oh, I'm well aware."

He shifts back down to human form, giggling.