Aeneas sighed, a low whistling sound passing gently through the slit-like nostrils above his muzzle. His expression was something between contentment and reluctance, though to a human who was inexperienced in reading the eyes of others these emotions would be hard to pick out.

“You are lucky that your nonchalant demeanor comes naturally.”
Aeneas’s was decidedly artificial in a way Matt probably was not expecting.