He was glad that she wasn't flinching at his touch. It meant that she was trusting him and that she was going to be there for the long run. He was glad. Because he couldn't do this with out her and as they sat down again, he played with her hair and ran his hands through it. He hummed an Irish type of song and listen to her talk about needing clothes and such. He knew that their town was off limits and that his cars were armored so they could be safe in them. So why not as long as they aren't followed. He blushed, thinking of her like a doll, dressing her up to be an omen. That idea gave him a grin." Would you like to dress up in a dark manner, paint your face and be an omen to wife beaters and such. Like that song that Freddy Krueger has. I think they deserve that much don't you? Make a legend so that no one ever does it again. The folk around here are superstitious after all."