Shy is not a word in my vocabulary. [So he'll straighten up, smoothing out his hair. Purple-streaked, because of course it is.] Fascinating. I suppose... my count is about equal by now. He must have adapted quite well.

[A flicker of -- something. It's a pretty common expression on him, something real smoothed back over.] Some of us do. Processing errors and the like.

Ah... now that. I have an answer for. [His shoulders square up, and he just beams.] Flight. In both forms. I adored flight.