There a minute twitch that runs through Ivar's jaw at the thought of having legs, real legs instead of the crippled ones that have done nothing but bring him pain (literally) for the last twenty years. To be able to walk, well, that's always been a dream of his that he had resigned to never happening in reality. Getting rid of the ones he has now, he'll do that in a heartbeat.

Then he remembers something that might put a crimp in things. "Hypothetically, how would a pair of robot legs affect someone who was a shapeshifter?"