Nnnnnot sure you're gettin' the picture here, but I ain't exactly human.

[Just, y'know. As a pointer. He taps a phalanx against his skull, as if to ascertain the solidity of his bone. And, yep, that sure is a thing she's hintin' at. The sharp teeth, the creepy look, the emphasis on the word.

Yeah, that kinda spells it out for him.]

Can't say I'm what you'd call a prime rib, if y'know what I'm sayin'. Not much meat to marrow and magic.

[And as always, he's prone to airy, alliterative assaults upon the consciousness, simply because he can. A real pain in the coccyx, this guy.]