"Y-you must be mad..." She whispered those words ever so softly, her bottom lip barely touching her other as she stared at his presence. She looked amazed, the hints of embarrassment slightly present in her eyes. "You are comparing me with a doll? A rotting corpse...compared to a doll." Her body moved sightly underneath his resting hand, she looked besides her, to see it would leave or stay. She wouldn't know what she would like better, the hand felt so unfamiliar to her, nobody ever touched her body, afraid of what they might feel. She could see a small cut in his hand, the skin hanging loose like a little flap of cloth from a stitched shirt. "I.. I think the whole ordeal from earlier made your skin go loose.." As she spoke to him, her eyes travelled back to his face, his empty stare that gave her shivers all over her body. Trying to control the unwanted trembling, out of embarrassment and shame she licked her lip softly. ""Would you like me to repair it, sir foolish?" She grinned deviously by the last words, having returned some of her confidence with the humour of the name.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>