"You're a human, but you're not like them. What I mean is that you have... a part of yourself that belongs as much in one world as it does in the other. Doesn't that give you a choice? About how you identify - to yourself - what it is you are?"

He lifts one hand to his chin, his expression a little more considerate, now. Less inclined to shove his disapproval of humans onto someone who clearly doesn't share it. Even if he should.

"What choices do you have?"