"Mmm--I have this little trinket that I thought I should bring with me, just in case."

He pulls it from his jacket pocket: a beautiful jet-black watch with gold accents, which he deftly fastens to his own wrist. The moment he puts the tail under the little fastening strap, there's this soft flash of moonlight, and when it fades, Phil is looking remarkably different.

"I used to turn into this regularly back in the last world I was stolen into." He grins with a mouth full of predatory teeth. "Something about a magic moon. Bit of a werefox. If you like this better...?"