"So, you weren't always a white-haired, red-eyed twig of a man?" Byron asked mildly. Cass twitched. That…wasn't the first question he expected.
To explain everything as quickly as possible, Cass had been very light on the details about his own life. He didn't think it was relevant because, well…this was Cassian's life. Why would they want to know about him?
When Cass raised his eyes to Byron, Byron's dark gaze was unfathomable. Cass couldn't tell what the other man was thinking. Cass gulped.
"Uh no. Normally, white hair is reserved for the elderly where I'm from." Cass admitted quietly. "Uh, nor is it normal for others to be born with colourful skin tones like pink or blue or green. You can't change your skin tone, but more neutral tones are common. Think browns, tan, colours with a more earthy note to them. You can dye your hair, but I didn't." Cass said. Byron narrowed his gaze, shifting, and crossed his arms.
