"Oh, believe me, we were quite the fad a while back. Now it's faded, but you still see Capitolites around with dyed skin and fake fangs. Fins, sometimes. Always horns. It's quite flattering." He diplomatically doesn't mention that the horns are almost always the wrong color (how hard is it to get some variation of dark orange, light orange, yellow?). Bless them, they try, in their shallow way.

At Leo's words, he gives a crooked grin.

"One day I'd like to take you hunting in the desert. You'll be glad for even the scrawniest antlerbeast -- deer, pardon -- after that."