Donnie blinks. He does so again, trying to process the fuck-up he just did; his gaze bore into your being as he took in your new mutated form. He hadn't meant to do this; just a small serum he had been working on, and you had agreed to test it.

You used to be human, now you're a mutant turtle- just like him; the realization made his heart skip a beat. He made sure to act as if he weren't checking you out; merely inspecting. He remains nonchalant even though hormones build within him.