[Wait, what? Ryou gets to his feet again, looking shy. The wolf melts away, but he doesn't need the wolf to be tall, he always was so ridiculously tall.]

Oh...oh no, don't think I'm trying to be rid of you. Please, I just...w-well, you don't have to stay either. In fact...you're probably right, this is a mess, isn't it?

[Now with less muzzle, he's also a fair bit less imposing, and despite his height, there's something about the way that he carries himself that makes him feel less big anyhow. The only thing that might betray him is the wispy cloak, wrapped round his shoulders and trailing down his back, the frayed edges moving of their own accord.]

I...hope we can see each other under better circumstances next time. I'll make tea for you then, properly this time.

[He will, don't think he won't. If he did it for Steven, he'll do it for you too, Sherlock.]