Izzy returned his stare, his gaze bizarrely unnerving on the face of a child.
	“An [i]honor?[/i]” She gave a soft snort, refusing to admit that he had a point, or show exactly how unsettling his presence was. “Conceited, much? Did you miss the part where we can’t even go [i]outside[/i] in daylight without becoming a bonfire?” she gestured to the door with her arm, half turning toward it. She stood and took a slight step back. "And eating [i]people?[/i]"
	She glanced back to him and shifted her weight awkwardly. She could only imagine how ridiculous she looked yelling at a child. “And why in the world are you an eight-year-old? I thought you were, I don’t know, thirty or somewhere around there.”
	[i]He said the form was "necessary"...[/i]