Cadmus watched her hold the cloak out, shielding him from view, and let out a rumbling sound that might have been a laugh. Human modesty would never cease to amuse him, the whole charade of pretending they didn't already know what the other person had and that it was something they had never seen before. Far be it for him to disrespect their strange rituals, though! So with a thought, he sat up and focused, and soon the gryphon was gone and he was, well...
A naked man, hair all disheveled.
He plucked the cloak from her, turned his back for her sake, and wrapped it around himself. Then he frowned as he looked down at himself. Alright. So this did feel a little ridiculous, he had to admit, and he was going to have to spend the day holding the cloak closed if he didn't want to flash everyone. Oh well. As long as there wasn't a sudden strong wind, it should be fine.
Turning back to Raizel with the cloak pulled closed, he quirked a tired smile. "When I was young, yes," he admitted. "Before I had full control of it. Not just sneezing, but random emotions, too. It was a little...troublesome."