"If you're asking would I kill you, I'm not allowed." She smiled brightly. "I could though, and you might even like it. I could kill you and wear your skin, slip inside it like a snake. But," she restated with a shrug. "Not allowed. No killing in here."
She let the boy poke and pick at her arms, let him feel that she was only a little cooler than a normal human body. "I make the meat live again, in a fashion. It bleeds red like you would. It can be damaged just like any other. It can't kill me though, even if you put a knife through my heart and cut off my head. I'd just find another, or walk around in my real shape."
Lamb's eyes grew brighter as she listened to him speak, listened to him understand the point of it all. "Yesss," she whispered, leaning forward towards him again. "Bleed, cry, come, feed, suffer, laugh. I want everything. My kind, they live in charnel grounds among the corpses, only stealing bodies like this so that they can feed on flesh. But why only feed? If you are real and solid, why stop at eating bodies? Why not all the things that humans can feel and then some more?" She shook her head. "My kind has no imagination."