Nodding, she steps back and closes her eyes, concentrating. Purple flames lick up her body, obscuring her from sight for a second as the violet light envelops her, her silhouette pulsing and then growing larger, broader. It takes a bit of time, it's not the most comfortable experience, but once the spell is done, the flames vanish and leave a very large, very male qunari standing there, Asa's bright amber eyes and telltale white hair still braided in her usual style present in the new form.

"You did say you wanted to see what male qunari look like, right?" he comments, voice deep and rumbling as he crosses his arms over his mostly bare chest. It had taken a lot of effort, like Ambrose had warned her, to get the form just right, all the way up to the same shape of horns the Inquisitor has, but it had also allowed her some freedom to play. Keeping the freckles, but adding the gold gilt-work she'd seen some of the more wealthy Vashoth mercenaries get done to their horns, drawing on the mens armor she'd seen in her own band and so on.