He had undergone the change to appear as one of her species, of course; the form was lighter and less cumbersome than the last few he had assumed. He had heard some call it the Battle of the Sexes, and the thing that he had been best at, since he had spawned, was battle.
He put out his call through their finicky language and sent it out over their communication channels. They walked at the edge of the landmass, where the water that stretched out was the same color as the eyes of his current form, and the fine sand underfoot was the same color as the hair on his head.
Her eyes and her hair were not these colors; they were the light warm shade of the fur of his previous conquest.
She told him many things; the things she wanted and the things that had wounded her.
Weird movies he likes like anime from 1982 and some British movie called Triangle.