He shakes his head for both guesses, expression a little crooked - Mahar and Dhanneth had both been utterly sincere in their disgust, at a very impressionable time. And he does resent, sometimes, the shoe-not-fitting feeling his dual nature sometimes leaves him with, but not humanity itself.

But he doesn't speak, presuming that would interrupt the work, watches Quentin's fingers with a curiosity more studious than smitten.