"Of course I do not." Dilan said, blinking at her again, "It is simply that when one is as large as I am, a bit of a stumble takes up a very great amount of space, and my hair tends to have a mind of it's own when it comes to banging into things. I considered cutting it, once, but that made Braig turn frightful colours."

He'd been taken aback by it, he really had. "Oh, never mind that. I often forget to eat and end up with someone either chasing me down or delivering food to my lab. Most often the former, I think my dear friends worry that I will ingest something poison."