Julien manages not to say gross out loud, but his translucent inner eyelids flicker and show, as if to protect his eyes from something noxious. "Oh. Yeah, I'll already be barefoot, I'll keep that in mind."

He nods.

"I want to try, anyway. It'll be easier on everyone if I don't have to try and waltz this through formal activities." He trembles his folded wings to indicate this - himself, this body, something that has to use a beak for fine manipulation, has wings for arms, and can't engage properly with most furniture. "Way fewer faux pas, way less attention."