"Absorb through your skin." Well, there were all sorts of types. He just couldn't recall any aliens that did that where he was from. It could be worse, though. Tassadar could have been pak'ma'ra. Of all races, Londo despised them second-most. Third. Third-most. The Shadows and their followers deserved first and second place. "Do you sit in the bathtub when you are thirsty? Or avoid the rain if you do not need more water?"

Londo looked down at his alcohol. "Well. Then I will drink, and you will talk, hm? Space, I am missing it. Earth is not my home, and the desert is not something that I am fond of. To have conversation with another who is not human and who does not want to kill me. You do not know how it is, to have the only person from your world here want that... Or do you? I should not assume, no." Not that that would stop him from future assumptions, but he could at least say that much.