After coming to your senses, you start to feel a little humiliated. How dare someone who doesn't even know you imply that you're a coward? And then just walk away without giving you a chance to respond?! Not a chance that he's going to get away with that!
You run in the direction he'd left, and it doesn't take long for you to catch up with him. You start yelling at him once you're within earshot, but he just ignores you and keeps walking. Frustrated with the way he's been treating you, you grab him by the shoulder.
"Hey, what the hell's your problem?" you ask angrily, your hand shaking from the rage you're feeling at this point. The stranger looks down at the hand you've rested on the shoulder and doesn't look even slightly concerned, a nonchalant smile crossing his face.
"You really should keep your hands to yourself, you know. It's not polite to grab people like that."
"What are you..." you start, but you stop talking almost immediately when you notice the cloth that makes up his suit wriggle its way over your hand. You pull away, but the piece of cloth on your hand just pulls off with it, and continues to wriggle and writhe around your palm and your digits. The black of his suit fades from the fabric and it loses its texture as it becomes smooth and pink, gaining a glisten not unlike your shoe. You shake your hand frantically to try and get it off, but to no avail, the substance simply expanding out like an inflating balloon until you're left with a cartoonish, three-digit glove-like hand with sausage-like fingers. The strange man standing before you acts as though this is nothing out of the ordinary, and casually brushes the shoulder of his suit where you'd touched him, not so much as a wrinkle showing on it. "What the hell did you do?!?"
He didn't hear you, or at least he isn't acknowledging it, instead spending a moment just looking you over. "Hhm. Maybe the rabbit was wrong after all. Yes, you certainly aren't the coward I thought you were." As he speaks, you feel a strange sensation on your hand as the glove seems to slowly deflate, returning to your hand's original form. Looking down, you feel relief to see that the same's happened with your shoe. "Definitely quick to anger though. Or was it curiosity that brought you looking for me? Either way, the rabbit was clearly a misjudgment on my part, and for that I apologize. Now we just need to figure out something that suits you a little better. Just hold on a second, I'm sure I can think of something..."