I am very sorry that you never had a chance to meet your father. [Or grow some obsession and very unhealthy fixation on father-figures like he has. His head gives a small tilt as he thinks about if that came due to seeing his own father's brutal murder and sequential desecration of the body ... then just wanting to keep those men who were in his life safe and protected became just a sick fascination with them.

No, it probably is just that they're super hot.]

I do have the pointed ears. I fear that few humans liked them where I came from. [Then he cut their faces and let them be mutilated pieces to shamble about for thinking negative thinks with their opinions. He hums. Now everyone has only nice things to say about him.

Yaha misses home.] Again, I find you very sweet.