"I see, as I thought." Grimm nodded to himself as he went back to the desk, picked up the sketchbook, then went back to his drawing. "The width of your shoulders is a bit too broad for the female skeletal frame, and the hips are too thin and narrow. Of course, those could've been birth defects, so I had to ask. The question kept me from drawing properly, but I should be fine now." Looking back up, his gaze fell on the child, noting her heterochromic eyes. 'Interesting, so the living can have eyes like that as well.

Looking back the newly identified male, Grimm noticed him blushing. Curious as to why, Grimm focused intently on him, looking past the realm of the physical to gaze at his soul. He would feel an intense chill crawl up his spine, as well as a feeling of exposure and nakedness before Grimm's eyes. The soul was white and fluttery, a weak little thing and the thought going through it were of shame and embarrassment at their secret being revealed. [i]'Odd, why be ashamed of what you are? Why must the living be so strange?'[/i]

Going back to his drawing, he soon finishes his sketch and puts a way the sketchbook. It was titled after it's contents, drawings of the living. He pulled out another, this one labelled "The Beautiful Dead", and opened it to an unfinshed drawing he had. It was a picture of a skeleton in a decrepit castle, with moonlight pouring in from a hole in the celing. Where the moonlight hit the skeleton, the ghostly figure of a beaytiful woman seems to be super-imposed over it, creating an eerie yet compelling scene. Grimm was currently coloring in the drawing with numerous color pencils and some ink pen as well, the pens being encased in finger bones, they were real ones as well, though it was unlikely anyone who wasn't around ones bones a lot would be able to tell.