It may have been stupid to fall asleep with someone you'd essentially kidnapped (even though she didn't know she'd been kidnapped) as it gave them ample opportunity to escape, but Cadmus couldn't have stayed awake if he'd tried. It was a warm day, too, or else he would have been shivering too badly to sleep, stuck in a human's bare skin with no clothes to warm him up. Sometime after Sharlee nodded off, Cadmus faded.
He didn't dream for most of his sleep, or didn't remember them at least. It was only when he was starting to drift back to wakefulness that he became aware of his dreams, where past lovers occasionally visited him, and one did in this one. His last one, from years ago, a pretty Serenian woman with pale hair and bright eyes and an amazing, full-lipped mouth that--
"Uwah?"
He was jolted back to wakefulness by something squeezing down there, which was followed by a loud squeak that helped jerk him back to full consciousness. Oh shit! That hadn't exactly been just a dream! Jerking upright, he saw Sharlee--who looked mortified--and his face went several shades darker.
Especially when he noticed the effect it had had on him.
BLOODY FUCKING BOLLOCKS.
Turning away and drawing his legs up to his chest, he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Think disgusting thoughts, think disgusting thoughts... he chanted in his head, and ran scenes of old, bloody fights, toothless old men, and dead puppies through his mind, still taking slow, deep breaths through his nose. That killed any unwanted effect Sharlee's accidental groping had on him, thank the gods, but it didn't do anything for the feeling of...
Filthiness.
Oh, gods.
"Uh...good evening," he croaked after a moment, the sky having darkened over the course of their sleep, the air growing cooler. He waited a few more seconds, giving himself time to wake up and assess his own strength, then took another deep breath. The rest had helped, and it looked like now was time to shift. It was going to get cold, anyway, but now he just felt awkward, too. He may have been gryphon enough that casual nudity wasn't sexual, nor did it bother him, but he was a man enough that this was troubling and uncomfortable.
"Um...I'm going to shift back now. I hope you don't mind," he said, before concentrating and letting the change take over. It wasn't long before the man was replaced by a large black gryphon, sitting sheepishly with his back turned, wings folded, and tail flicking with obvious agitation.