Tannusen wasn't human; he often enjoyed things that 'normal' people turned their noses up at. Pooka were all like that, more than any other kind of Fae. After all, they were different than even their own species, and snubbed for it accordingly. Why should Tannusen let the average dictate his tastes?

"Well, I like your long hair, and I like your accent. It was weird, seeing and hearing their absence suddenly like that," he kept playing with Cassian's hair, running his fingers through it and twining a lock around his knuckles. "Is that the language you curse in?"