He snorts, chewing on another dumping before a response leaves his lips. Two levels, when loneliness has little to do with company for most people, and smell is a sense that remains powerful regardless of form. Taste too, but taste isn't as easy to engage with as a human.

People don't like being licked outside of bedroom readiness. Silly.

"For one, it's a well developed sense of mine. For another, people's voices are better at lying than their scents."

No magic, he refuses the thought, regardless of how thick magic is rolling off himself.

"As far as loneliness and being alone? You're too smart to be saying stupid things, love, you know better than to say those are the same at the core. Ignoring what you know is true doesn't stop it from chasing after you."