“Your real form sounds sexy,” he teased. “What do they call you? Your kind, I mean.”
He sat back a little, boots scraping slightly on the floor. “I gotta tell you, I don’t know much about all of this. I know about me and myself. Everything else is a learning curve. I didn’t grow up surrounded by fairy tale monsters and Twilight rejects.” He grinned. “But how’s a boy to learn if he don’t ask? So. I join this carnival full of all the things that go bump in the night. I’ll try anything once, three times if I like it.”
He finished the last bit of meat on his plate, licked his fingers clean. “Are there a lot of you? But not a lot like you?”