Ah, right. The question of race doesn't often come up here, though for someone like Istredd who met both Urianger, himself, and Himeka, it does make sense that he would find it curious. "'Human' does appear to be the word for what I am here. Where I'm from, we're called hyurs." Or "humes," in the First, which is quite close to "human." Either way, he waves Istredd off. "Regardless, I see your point."

He can't help but pull a face when Istredd speaks of making trouble with other's secretions. No, that doesn't sound good no matter how you phrase it.

"It strikes me as an odd way to live, but I suppose it's simply because it's not my nature." Though now he can't help but be curious. He's suspected that Istredd must be older than he looks as that is the case for Yennefer. He lets his arms fall back to his sides, relaxing slightly as he sends Istredd (in all his purple glowing glory) an inquisitive look. "Is it the very act of casting magic that extends your lifespans, then?"