Cain looked at the other man, flabbergasted. How could someone not know what species they were? Shouldn't that feel somewhat...innate? As much as he thought that, he knew it wasn't true though. He knew he was human because he was born among them and until he set off on his own, that was all he knew existed. "You've got to be kidding me..." he muttered. For a second he wracked his mind, looking for some species that might match Nick. Elf maybe? But all the mythologies he'd seen expressed pointed ears or wings of some sort. Not that he ever saw an elf. Cain groaned, giving up after a few seconds since he knew nothing with cat-like instincts that wasn't feline. "Why must you keep surprising me like this? I don't like it. I just wanted a normal human companion for a little while. No," he corrected himself. "I didn't want a companion at all. I really don't know what to do with you, Nick."