"I've met a handful." It's half a lie and half a truth, honestly. He sure didn't peg Kylre for a monster even if he was... monstrous. "And I've seen little old men fuck some shit up. I rely on instinct, not vision to see what's bound to get me."

Him not knowing what an elf is makes him laugh out loud. It doesn't help that he has no real way of describing them. "They're very attractive and they've got pointed ears like these." He points to his own. "Not nearly as colorful as me."