"It's not rude," he laughed softly, shaking his head, "I guess I'm... kind of tree-like. A lot of different plants, really." Although she was likely to fall asleep with that tea soon enough, he couldn't help but ask with a hidden grin, "Would you like to see?"
Cass ducked his head slightly, before clearing his throat and adding, "And seventeen brothers... I think." Faeries were long lived and his parents had been particularly prolific. "... What's a man-cave?" he asked with an arched eyebrow, having never heard the term before. The knots had been fewer than seemed and he was nearly finished with them now.