Scar offered a boy a smile that was almost pleasant. "I'm afraid you are missing my point," he remarked, "Then again, I suppose I can't really blame you..."

Not everyone was gifted with functioning braincells, after all.

"I could not care any less what those silly things humans enjoy putting on their feet are called, really," he continued, a slight hint of condescension in his voice. "Let me put it bluntly so you might actually get it: you are not human, are you?"

It was not that difficult to figure out, anyway, especially because the boy had just confirmed earlier implications. "You know, it just so happens I'm not one, either," he admitted, "Oh, goody, it looks like we have even more in common right now..."

Scar's enthusiasm as he spoke the last statement was equivalent to what he had showed earlier in the conversation.