[The man’s eyes grow wide at not only the observation, but the woman’s appearance as well. Never in his long life has he seen such an individual, and already interest wells up in his cold, dead heart.]

So it is, and I’m aware. [He answers dismissively. His pale, dead blue eyes narrow as his hands continue to shape and scrape away at his lump of snow. Slowly, the form of some sort of animal skull becomes apparent and he looks faintly pleased.]

That doesn’t mean, however that I can’t enjoy it. The same thing applies to this environment; it may not be mine, nor one I am accustomed to, but I can at least feign interest in it. Though there are certain aspects of which I am not fond. [Flat out admitting he’s not human in some degree? Certainly not!]