Oh, he will certainly maintain that centaurs are fiction until he meets one. He continues to be skeptical as he chooses his tea and starts the steeping process. Let's hope this place has a good taste in tea, he thinks as he drops his gaze downward to his cup.

It's short-lived, however, as he looks up from the slow-brewing tea and raises a brow.

"How?" He leans forward, wrapping his hands around the cup. "That seems as farfetched as the centaur." Turning into animals, that is.

That stuff only existed in fantasy, didn't it?

"Can you... change back?" If she had gone through such a change, that would certainly prove that you could but -- the thought remains in his head: what if you can't without some sort of catalyst?