...I'm a translator, Mister Robb, Mister Smith was... quite right in his assessment, though I would not dare say that His Royal Majesty's spoken English is so incoherent that he requires my help with that." Amure smiles politely, his clueless ears slowly climbing to the top of his head.
Chesh, with a degree of both frustration and resignation to the turn of events, replies with an ever-heavier accent.
"It's a job mostly performed to help me converse with our foreign friends - Arabians, Swedish, Danish, the French... Or, if I get bored of conversation, I pretend like I don't know English anymore and Amure just excuses them with that imposing build of his. The accent helps sell the idea."
The men collectively chuckle at the mental image, each slowly shifting into the characters they were portraying. Martingue, the marten, seemingly got shorter, and with each earnest smile his mask seemed to open up more and more, revealing shiny white teeth. Odd. How did that work? Haren's rabbit body seems to have gotten slightly taller, with the rest of the body not really growing in proportion. Tufts of snow-white fur began to poke out from underneath the suit at the neck, sleeves and boots. The man seemed more cognizant of his changes than Amure was of his own, giving a quick wink to Martingue before resuming conversation.
Amure's mind, meanwhile, was overloading with information about the different languages he's supposed to know. He seems to vaguely recall a time he could only ask where the library was in French, but now he can easily speak, if not think, in all the different languages Chesh mentioned, then in German and English on top of that too.
He-. He didn't speak six languages, did he?... Wait, he did... When did he learn them... Looming over the trio with his new height of 6'9", wide shoulders spreading out, his muscular build straining his tuxedo, he tries to politely step into the conversation, interrupting another one of Smith's crude remarks towards Chesh, much to the Prince's gratitude. "Pardon me, sirs, I... seem to be experiencing a lapse in... memory... Your Royal Majesty, may you please remind me how I acquired fluency with so many languages?"
"Why, Amure, you've studied at the University of Munich, and your job was passed down upon you from your father after he retired. I-. ah, I see, you muzt've just wanted some attention. I'm sorry for not including you in the conversation." Chesh smiled earnestly, his own... cat muzzle opening, revealing a perfectly feline mouth as memories flooded into Amure’s brain. Haren picks up the conversation. "A wonderful institution, I was thinking about sending my son there as well” His beady eyes trace all the men before switching the conversation to an another topic. “Pardon me, if my ears were pointing the wrong way," a pair of large rabbit ears stands up from behind his now-rabbit head, "But am I correct in assuming, based on what I hear, that your translator is... a newcomer at this event, a live one, if it pleases Your Royal Majesty?”
Martingue chimes in. "Of course he is, look at how... timid, he looks! My friends, the night is starting to become truly magical, and I'm sure His Royal Majesty has impressions to make and needs to meet. With your permission, I'll quickly steal away Mister Felinad and fill him in on all the blanks in his knowledge, and then I'll return him right back." The 4'6" marten tugs at Amure's arm, who's standing there with his shoulders slightly hunched over, hesitant to move, looking towards the prince for help.