[ Midnight leans in, tilting his head... Which, considering his grace, is a much more intimidating motion than he can manage to keep under wraps. He can't really help it, though. Biology and an expired desire to be liked does that to a guy. ]

I am. But I've learned that my definition differs drastically from that of the current quo. [ A beat. ] There's only one type of human where you're from, isn't there?