"Pets?"  Pansy asked with so much fury in her voice he took a step backward, and then another one.  She'd spent much of her life alternating between fawning on him and being mad at him, but she'd always adored him.   That didn't mean he'd missed how brutal she could be to people she didn't like.    She wiped her hand off on her trousers, and he remembered how touching him had to feel like slime.  She'd hit him anyway.  "Pick a girl you like and have her turned into a creature who will adore every touch of your hand, was that the idea?"