"What a marvelous coat you have. Such fine color." Basil nuzzles against Ranulf's neck and sniffs him in the way friendly cats typically do. "I wonder if our races share a common ancestor, somewhere down the line."

Basil doesn't even seem fazed by the transformation. He's seen many stranger things here on the planet - given the sheer variety of life forms on Agrestic, he's seen shapeshifting in a variety of different ways a few times in the past.

He sits back and takes a seat across from Ranulf, feet up on the chair, and picks up one of the little pigs-in-a-blanket concoctions. "You should help yourself to some of our samples, as well. Our chefs always make a little extra, as a gift to our customers."