"Hell is having an errant tail that can stain your favorite shirt." He decides, the sensation of Maurice touching it strange. It wasn't like he'd had one before, but having a new limb with all the feeling of any of the ones he's used to is going to be a bit of a learning curve. The tucked in tail tip flips back and forth a minute before it settles, drooping sadly just above the beltline.

"Thanks, though, yeah...man. I was kind of hoping you just came here looking like that, not that it was new. Is uh, it all new? The horns are cool, but if you were human before thats a lot to take in." He walks a circle around Maurice, investigating him, "Anything I can help you with?"