A Night on Patrol

As her finger comes to rest on his forehead, it is immediatly obvious there is something differant about him. His skin is soft, like any other human's, but there is something much harder than bone just beneath the surface. His perpetual grin dropped for a moment, and he glared at her with a sudden and unexpected rage. "Now, you're getting on my nerves, love. Your kind are always oppressing us. Your kind are always lying to us. Your kind killed us." As suddenly as it had arrived, his glare dissapeared, replaced by a sinister grin. "A sawbones? No sawbones can help me any more. Dem sawbones wot cut me up done seen to that, love. Dem sawbones sliced my corpse up all nice, dem sawbones sliced and sliced until I was nought but bloody bones. Then dem sawbones took something of mine, they did. They took something I could never hold, yet had never lost." Without moving, he looked at Paliden, his grin becoming manic. "And who are you, princess? Her mother? Who are you to tell her what to do? I'm rather sure the stronger one should be giving orders, and it looks me like the girly here'd last a bit longer than you."