*Being similarly inclined, Hal has suffered similar changes in form. He'd still make a pretty handsome caveman, but when that's the only compliment one can muster, you know you've fallen far. He's been following Beauty through the swamps quite amicably, because old habits die hard. But when she shoves the frog at him he rears up slightly and slaps it out of her hand. There's no disgust; he just can't see why he should.*

No. Find something pretty.

*His degradation would have been more awful for him if Beauty hadn't been succumbing at an equal rate- if at any point he worried about his appearance he'd just need to look at her and know he had nothing to worry about. These worries are long gone though- it's much easier to just go along with everything.*