"Aren't we letting all the warm air out?" Tannusen asks, some faint amusement finally chipping its way through the awkwardness of the situation. He steps out of the way and gestures over at Jethro. "A proper, nocker-forged chimera. Made by the same village that did my teeth, in fact. I'd have to Enchant you for you to see his actual form."

See, he's not doing that without permission. Not now that he knows it knocks Cassian on his ass, visually.