((So wrong, he's a tibbit actually, but let's not get into semantics here.))
For a moment the creature's left eyebrow twitched, his anger flaring up within his soul and body, he wanted to speak up a retort, but at the same time he wanted to keep the facade up.... one would have to give way. His maw opened as if to speak, and soon the words came from his mouth, clear and true. "Yes, you are right that I am not whom I speak to be... yet you have to accept the fact that the form is sufficient to pass for one. Now, you know that I am not who I am, yet I do not know what this 'jalaxian' is you speak off, but I will assume that it is one off your inferior kind... paah, not even being able to shift your shapes, forever stuck in that mortal shell."