At this point, Trahearne was actually having a some difficulty keeping a straight face. These questions were starting to veer away from the typical ones he's heard many times and straight into overestimating what his people could do. Normally he just got asked things like if he had to eat sunlight or dirt.

"I could ask why fleshy people don't sprout bits of meat or hair everywhere they walk." Perhaps that was overly graphic, but Trahearne hoped it got the point across. While sylvari did owe a certain amount of magic to their existence, Zelos seemed to think that they were bursting at the seams with it. He actually stopped cutting away at the box, turning to face his roommate instead.

"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. My people are incapable of reproduction at all. We're simply all born from the same tree, which means that I am technically the eldest brother of thousands of siblings."