It does not look like it is very likely to do that but she's not complaining! If he would really like to accomplish this she can move her leg out of the way?

Alas, the exotic hair thing has its limits after all.

Well, he also knows a few more traditional approaches. They can find out together if these straightforwardly transfer to orfs. (Leg should move, yes, there we go.)

Yes, the transformation to orfs is very straightforward in this regard.

Cultural exchange is a truly beautiful thing.

It is! They have learned so much today.

Snuggle.

Snuggle.

At some point: "I think you were going to try clothes on."

"Yeah, that sounds familiar." She nuzzles his shoulder, gets up, puts the gray dress back on its hanger with some trial and error, and models a green-and-white one.

Green looks nice on her! Maybe less so white, he might need more examples to tell.

He might as well unpack his suitcase now, he is capable of multitasking. Laptop goes on desk, headphones go also on desk.

A blue one with shiny satin trim! An amber-golden one!

The blue one goes well with her hair, kinda gives her snow queen vibes. The amber-golden one is very elegant. His own clothes start disappearing into drawers. (They are basically like the ones he has on but in different colors.)

"Oooh, snow. I've never seen snow, do you think it might snow here?" Silk dress with big sleeves and a sash, a watercolor-esque painting on it in blue and green and pink!

The sleeves are too big but the painting is excellent! More clothing should double as artwork, it's always delightful. "We'll be here a full year, right? If the neighborhoods are following the seasons at all it's bound to snow somewhere."

"Maybe there will also be RAIN." Off with the painting. On with a robe-dress in red-purple brocade.

"If there's weather at all there will definitely be lots of rain, in my experience. --Is that a kimono?" This is kind of a silly thing to find surprising in a fantasy wardrobe. "That's really cool-looking embroidery." 

"I don't know, maybe! These clothes look Elfy to me, but maybe by coincidence they have some of the same dresses." She spins. Brocade isn't very spinny but she seems satisfied anyway.

"Are you an Elf? Possibly I should have asked that" before having amazing impulse-sex "when we met." He doesn't seem embarrassed.

"No, I'm an orf. My birth parents were Elves and my baby's an orc, I'm in between."

"How does that happen?"

"If you get a pregnant Elf and torture her a lot you get a baby that's not quite an Elf and then if you torture them too they will stay not quite an Elf and can have orc kids."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," he says, which narrowly beats out several other inanities like "torture is really bad" and "did they have a good reason to make orcs this way" and "it's pretty cool how well-adjusted you are" because the only thing he's really sure of about her backstory is that she's excited to be out of it. 

"Well if I'd turned into an Elf they'd've probably killed me. Or tortured me a lot more but only after it was too late for it to work maybe."

"Do they have... objections to Elves?" 

"Oh yeah big time."

"It seems good that you became an orf instead, then?" This is a weird conversational path. He's mostly used to discussing traumatic(?) experiences in contexts where the right next move involves a lot of artificially-induced oxytocin, and that doesn't seem indicated here.

"Yeah. Elves seem to like being Elves but it really would not have worked out with my adoptive family at all if I was one."