Naesala just barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What was it with some humans that made them so uptight?

"You wound me! It might be true, but tell me, do we owe anything to these people?" He sweeps his free arm out towards the street in demonstration as he continues, "They might want us to come be quiet, productive members of their society, but none of us Dreamfolk had a say in even arriving here. If we're going to be passing through like a breeze, why bother caring? We're not citizens, and they haven't earned our loyalty. You're just getting your feathers ruffled over something that doesn't affect you in the slightest."