Melinoë raises those arms of black and white, a lacking, a void, and wiggles fingers so that the light catches off her near-claws. And she's smiling, widely, having not seen herself in years.

With a laugh that is raw joy, Mel doesn't shift back just yet. "This is me. Or, as close as your precious eyes can handle."

Snoopy peeks...then goes back to being a cat. A ghost cat.

She draws nearer to Damien, the dress trailing behind with ease. "So, then, I can still play, therefore that still works." Whateverthefuck that is. To lighten the blow, Mel playfully pouts. "Do you still love me?"

Those words haven't been exchanged, yet, so the fact that she's using them and pouting should really drive home the teasing flirt.