Once he's given the all clear by the girl, a greenish shine covers his features as he shifts back to his native form, clothing and all and glances over to Freya only to look away quickly again. He may be a liar and a cheat but he was also a gentleman.

"The smell of rotting flesh is delightful, that's true." His tone sarcastic was sarcastic. "Far from it." And he waves a hand, a shimmer appearing at her feet that collects into the pile of clothing she'd discarded.

"Put your clothes back on."