"I find that difficult to believe," Seto responds grouchily as he tries to make himself comfortable, and only succeeds in feeling more out of place. His body aches, and he's pretty well certain that one of the gashes at his side is bleeding anew. Not much...but enough to stain the dressings the human had treated him with.

"...What is your name? I'm tired of thinking of you as 'the human'."

It's not a matter of familiarity, it's a matter of ease. Clearly.