"You don't?" Ferroc teases, then shrugs a little. "I suppose you don't have much hair to begin with."

He's not particularly used to stares; while he did attract looks every now and then back home, generally everyone knew of his people. Here, well, apparently they did not, and there was a certain irony in being side-eyed by hellbeasts. He does his best to not let it get to him, of course.

He makes a vaguely displeased sound -- something between a snort and a growl, though a rather small one. "Doesn't mean I have to like it. Would you enjoy it if somebody referred to your kind as gorillas?"