Lunulata doesn't immediately understand why Cosmo is laughing, but the young man seems to be in good spirits and he is too and that's enough for him. He enthusiastically admires the tail when it's presented to him, smiling and insisting, "Tails aren't odd; tails are useful! I bet your balance is impressive. Leonin have tails like yours and they're remarkably agile!" While all the Leonin he's encountered have admittedly been trained warriors with well-honed feline grace, he's certain the tail helps too.

He's just considering whether or not touching the tufted tip of the tail would be rude when the rest of Cosmo's words finally register. They leave him feeling uncertain, pangs of guilt pressing him to correct the other boy even if it will make no difference to him. "...Ah. The dancing is for me. Not for Thassa. But. It's fun."