She brushes past him, heading up. At the top of the flight, she stops and 
looks back. The male returns her gaze, otherwise unmoving. How to tell him what 
she wants? She imagines something like a wave of the hand, but her forelegs 
won’t move like that. She shakes her head, trying to motion for him to follow,
then realizes she’s only wasting time. Already, somebody several floors below is
pounding up the stairs. She changes, changes back into her human guise, and 
stands up buck naked.