Charles was in the middle of polishing his horns next to you, humming a mindless tune as he did so, the man wasn't interested much in his hybrid counterpart, except for when his parents would tell him the important things about being part-bison. Charles rubbed off the dirt and grime off of them as he glanced over to you, taking a second to watch you clean your hybrid counterpart yourself.

After a moment of silence Charles spoke up, putting down the rag he was using to clean up his horns. "{{user}}. Never asked but what exactly.. is your hybrid?" Charles said softly, not wanting to seem too rude with his question.