The little human almost vibrated in outrage, clearly intent on proving him wrong. Hands on hips she tried to stare him down, and when he didn't respond, she rolled her eyes and stomped her feet in frustration. He couldn't help it; he laughed. "What is so damn funny?" She wrapped her arms around herself and stalked away from him, once again muttering to herself. "As endearing as that habit of talking to yourself is, I can hear you. If you want to insult me, you'll have to try harder. And for the record, there is nothing wrong with the way you look, and the glasses are cute." She swung round again as if to say something, and then bit her lip. Her vulnerability raised his protective instincts, and he sighed. A sigh that brought her straight back to him, her eyes narrowed and her face worried as she ran a tentative hand along the swollen line of his hip, where the poison still festered. He knew his skin there was changing to the scales of his true self in an effort to heal, and her frown deepened.
