Emori snarled at the other man, walking up to the counter of the bar to be able to balance on it again. “Think what you wish, sir, but I am not a born man. Nor is Arcanis here a born woman… You see, something strange here just happened involving…. Three people, I’m guessing.” He looked to Arc, than to Adamska, lowering his head to seem more menacing. “You give him one more look with those emotions, however, and I’ll make sure that you are dead before you take one step.” Even those the frightening face and threatening words, Emori had still been carrying himself as if he were still a woman.
Hearing Arc’s question, he turned his attention to her. “Hm… I’m not sure. I’m guessing its temporary, though. At least, I’m hoping that’s what it is.”