"Okay, kiddo, let's tone down the bragging a little," Faye told him, arching a brow. She didn't say it with any real heat, but definitely with her own brand of skepticism. Either the skill was something he was born with — in which case, the lucky motherfucker — or it was something that he had to work up to over time. His explanation suggested the former.

In which case, he really needed to bring that tone down. Her curiosity weighed out everything else, however, and Faye set her hands on her hips and continued staring at the man.

"You're human, right?"