(He takes the piece back and is careful when he closes his fingers around it.)

This form is quite human. (Stiffly, he holds out his arms as if to show himself off,) It gets tired, it needs to eat, it gets sick, it bleeds, and all other human things.

(And yet, there's that lingering "but" in the air. Like there's more to be said,)

But this isn't my true form. I'm not human; just a thing in human form.