[he gazes at her in wonder—and maybe a touch of disappointment, too. If they're attached to her, that means they're off-limits, no matter how tasty they look, even if he asks very nicely. After a moment, he musters up a cheerful smile for her]
Not human, you say? Why, I am not human, either! I have met other people in this prison who say they are not humans, as well, but they look so much like humans that I cannot tell the difference. I do not think that is an insensitive thing to say.
Are you finding this prison convenient? With regards to clothing and amenities and such. I encountered considerable difficulty when I first arrived—everything has been constructed with human-shaped people in mind, which I am not.