There were slits at the tips of his fingers. Freaky looking things, those were, and weirdly... hard? But the pads of his fingertips were normal, and while a slit may sometimes brush against the side of Cassian's nose or over his brow, most of the contact felt normal.

The claws he sometimes extended out in this form had to come from somewhere, after all.

"I probably wouldn't feel it anyway." Okay, so he's still a little bitter about an earlier thought. The scarring he had in one spot on that 'willy' was numb. Dead, as far as usefulness went.

"But Telsen's pretty smooth, so I think it's safe."

Too much information, Tannusen.