Gunther smiled as he walked around the chair, tossing the tuna can into the air as he walked.  "How old are you, Miss Tila-Rose, and what are you doing here?"  He asked clearly, like a schoolteacher giving a quiz.  The longer she hesitated in her answers, the more he moved to remove the tuna from view, clearly implying that the delicious snack was a reward for good behavior.  The doctor stepped closer to the chair, running his hand down the girl's hair once again, his knuckles pressing softly against her cheek as his fingers traced the curve of her lip, wondering again whether she'd find any of this strange.