Stinking of something other than human. "What, am I wearing a sign?" he grouses about that. "And yes, they do. It's part of my charm." He smiles winningly, even though Nyx can't see it.

The smack upside the head is barely unexpected and extremely warranted. He turns around. "Hi there, Nyx, you can call me Miles. Do you greet everyone like that, or am I just special?"

Why does he never shut up.