<br/>Luneth reclined habitually in the swiveling seat at the back of the central hull, occasionally wincing one of its two handles to tack the boat one way or the other, zigzagging of necessity into the wind and toward the pier. At least going into the wind kept the long silver hair from his eyes, breezing it back behind his head instead.<br/><br/>"Ah, as it happens, 'tis an opening I cannot resist," he smiled faintly, aquamarine eyes mostly on Rose and occasionally flicking to the pier for bearings. "As mosttimes, though questions of heritage pick anyone's natural curiousity, they're considered a mite...direct or socially indelicate. But since ye opened yerself right up, I must know - are ye catfolk, at least in part? Leonal? So strong in Sharess that ye changed her way yourself? Or were-tigress? I feel I<em>do</em>knew ye well enough not to fear contagion or bite - unless I crossed ye! which I've seen the wages of now for myself - so trust no answer will scare or offend."<br/>