Hawa grunts at the headbutt, lurching forward slightly and throwing a glance back over his shoulder at the manticore. In retaliation, he nudges at the creature's flank with one knee, just to jostle back. What, he's not just going to let himself be harassed. "Is that so?" he says distractedly to the news about the gods, then makes himself pay attention.

That hunched posture makes Hawa frown, the words more so. Then he sighs, shoulders briefly rising and falling. "No, you can't. But it ain't surprising, that people'd react like that. A lot think that way." If a group of something are considered dangerous or strange, the individuals are looked at like that, too. He exhales through his teeth. It's why Hawa doesn't usually let himself get close to to others, tell them what he is. He doesn't want to deal with that.

Hawa's thinking of humans, mostly. That's not quite fair of him, either, but.