It's rude to stare, Euri knows this, but she can't stop herself from watching as his form shifts back into something more human. She's used to the way Dog changes, with poofs of black smoke, so Robin's method is unusual to her. It's interesting.

When she sees his hair isn't back to being black, she promptly grabs both sides of his face and pulls him into another, much harder kiss. "You are not changing it," she says firmly, almost glaring at him. "Not right now."

He looks amazing to her. Why does he even bother dyeing his hair here? White is so much better on him, it's natural, and it means she isn't alone in that way.

Pulling away, Euri stands and stretches. "Where do you want to go? My room?"