The creature's bizarre posture didn't change an inch at Valetni's retort, its 'grin' holding true. But his voice took on a tangible slant of malice, different wholly from the regal indifference he oft projected.<br/><br/>"Do not mistake my interest for disdain, old man. You are fascinating to me. I have been told humanity is seen through deed, not flesh; that I, despite my form, remain a man. It is something I've endeavored to uphold through aid to others, through pennance. And yet, you..."<br/><br/>The creature lowered its head to sniff at the air surrounding Valetni.<br/><br/>"You drape yourself in misery and macabre; you dabble in poison and butcher the bodies of your kin under the guise of progress, but you are still called a man. To do any of what you do would see me branded more a monster than I am now, and I would surely be killed..."<br/><br/>He paused, considering.<br/><br/>"...You are fortunate to be allowed such indulgences by virtue of the shape you take. Careful that you do not lose it."<br/><br/>The creature plunged its beak back into its meal, and was silent.