"Hey, there ya go!" Paul said, his voice getting deeper and deeper as his transformation into a bull slowly coursed along. He wanted to keep talking to her. Then maybe they both could ignore the changes a bit and be happy for a while. "Look at that smile. That's a very pretty smile."
"Don't tease," Sylvia said. He loved the sound of her voice. It was deep and full, it sounded right. It sounded natural. He did not stop to think on why that was.
"I'm not teasing, I promise," he felt a little heaviness in his forehead. Horns were starting to grow in, creaking their way out of his skull. "I... I just feel this need to make you happy. To protect you. To take care of yooOOOOOOO-"
He quickly slapped hoof-like hands across his slowly extended muzzle, eyes wide. Sylvia was laughing.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" he started to explain.
"No, no. It's good. I like the way you mooOOOOOO," she seemed to do that one on purpose, but it was fantastic nevertheless to Paul's ears.
"Oh, you dooOOOOOOO?" he said with a smirk.
"I dooOOOOOO," she answered.
"Well, I like the way yoOOOO moOOOO tooOOOOo."
"Woah! Triple action there," Sylvia grinned. But then her smile faltered, slowly. "What do yoOOOooo think they're gonna do to us?"
"Nothing," Paul said. "You know why? 'Cause I won't let them. I won't let anyone hurt yoOOOOooo. I promise."
"You promise," Sylvia reiterated.
"I dooOOOOO," he affirmed, deliberately mooing on that one. She liked it. He liked it. It was right.