Insult? Hardly. The fact that you are imbued with the intelligence required to form such sentences, however uncouth, speaks volumes for your creator's prowess!

[Hythlodaeus marvels at Beat for another moment, taking in his existence. The fact that there is no soul to be seen aligns quite well with his initial impression of this creature being a concept. His violet eyes wander down to what seems to be Beat's heart. Or, his skull? Where a heart would be?]

Would you be so kind as to explain the function of the skull in your- [Ahem.] -chest?