Derrick flushed as the faun stared into his eyes, their faces just inches apart. "Taken?" The boyish-looking creature was getting him turned on, but even if this faun was hundreds of years old, he still looked like a kid.
Grinning, the faun ruffled Derrick's hair. "Not exactly against your will - more like allowing changes to be made to you. Like, if I wanted you to be a redhead, maybe changed your appearance some, and you didn't want to be changed back." He dropped his hand and pushed on Derrick's nose lightly. "I have a thing for homely gingers." Then he gestured to the bar mirror on the wall behind him.
Derrick glanced back, and then did a double-take. He could see the back of the faun and the counter, but the person reflected back where he should be was all wrong!