I am not responsible for the poor aesthetic choices of my brethren.
If he wishes to slip about like a scaleless eel, so be it. It is no business of mine if the Eruhini mistake him for a fledgling girl, with the smooth hands of a milkmaid.
“OH NO DON’T BRING ME INTO THIS!! My brother and I have settled our differences concerning hair and I will admit that I like my brother’s hair where it is.
Make no mistake – I will tease him for it, just as he mocks me now, but we are kin and as such it is ‘alright’.
Humans are quite firm on ‘I may mock my brother but others may not’, and I would say that applies here.
Touch one hair on my brother’s furry chest, and I will help him create those shoes”
Why, thank you for your dubious support, brother. Come by the forge sometime so I can properly express my gratitude.