[ Years of experience with this sort of thing, along with an overall mellowing of his personality (at least in polite company), means that Eustace offers up an explanation without much hestitation or annoyance. If anything, he sounds like he's talking about the weather, casual and unaffected. ]

They're my real ears. [ There's more movement from up top, this time his ears swiveling side to side, as if to prove his point. ] I'm an Erune. We all have animal ears like this.

[ Something something ancient biology, yadda yadda. He's never cared too much for the science behind it all and even if he did, he's never been the type to unload unnecessary information on a stranger. ]

You don't have people with ears or horns where you're from?