[If she allows it, with his right hand he'll take the shirt along with a polite nod and wrap it around his left. The fabric soon begins changing, the gold gradually creeping along and hardening. Morris watches it steadily but wary. He doesn't want to let it go all the way as he fears his hand may get totally trapped within solid gold. Once it's transformed about halfway - after about a minute or two - he quickly unwraps it and drops it on the table with a metallic clang. The golden hue retreats and the material returns to its regular softness as well. He looks to Tenno.]