When he sits up, Itto towers over her. It's a little intimidating, if she's being honest, but he continues to behave so innocuously that she can hardly imagine any of his more frightening features are anything more than for show. Her eyes travel from his shiny red horns down to the markings that travel down from his face to his chest, and lower.

"They do look cool," she says, her voice colored with amusement. "Do you ever paint your horns different colors? Or just red, to match your markings?"