New skin, old skin, it never mattered she was a cold creature underneath it all. Her reptile metabolism was a constant reminder that she could only pretend to be human and lately she hadn't been very good at it. The boy felt warm beneath her fingers. She liked the heat liked the sharp contrast of the living thing he was to the stillness that had taken hold of him.
"Tell me something that is true. Something we can both believe." She stayed half hidden in the shadows as she spoke. There was comfort to be found in the dark and old habits died hard. Hiding, after all, was not something Medusa could avoid.