"Because through my veins, runs the essence of your kind. I hate it, as do all of my kind that I meet. I am more human than... your kind.But because of the preverted wrench of my patriarch (Father), I am outcasted from both races." He talked calmly, he had said these words so many times before, that he had grown used to the situation. 

He took another sip of tea before adding. "That painting is very well done." He remarked after his gaze settled back on it.