Dan cupped his hand over his mouth as pain shot through his jaw. As the pain subsided, he pulled his hand away; the only sign of any change was a few drops of blood in his hand, and the taste of iron in his mouth.
Dan looked in the mirror again, revealing a set of sharp fangs. The fangs stuck oddly out of his still human shaped mouth.
"They are kind of cute," Dan commented out loud.
"So you like the pants?" His mom asked. Dan remembered where he was. He looked down at the cargo pants that were hanging around his waist, still unbuttoned.
Dan quickly buttoned them and reflexively looked at himself in the mirror. "Even as a lion, I look cute," Dan shook his head, "handsome, I'm handsome."
Why did Dan keep referring to himself as cute?