Again those optics fixated upon Tony, metal brow furrowing slightly in a way that was probably meant to be confusion.

Felspring seemed glad enough to be included in the conversation, offering a shrug of her shell. "Personal tastes? Why does it matter?" At least it seemed to reassure Felwinter that it wasn't a question that he should be expected to know the answer to.

"Not something I've ever thought to ask what few Exos we've ever come across in our travels," he said. "I imagine it is like asking why you wear a beard."