Sorry, Cerrit, but the talons are just too cool. He's held it together as best as he could, but the floodgates are cracking open.

"I'm sorry if this is forward, but--- I've never met a bird beastkin before, and you're--- incredible," Laios stumbles a bit over his words. He is, without any hint of shame, completely and utterly starstruck. "I've met several beastkin before, but none had such sharp claws, such powerful wings, or plumage like yours! Or--- are you a beastkin? Harpies are demihuman, but they could not be where you come from, I shouldn't assume!"

(He hasn't quite caught that, promptly after apologizing for being forward, he was incredibly forward. It's the furthest thing from his mind. He's talking to a birdman. Again: sorry, Cerrit.)