Death and Parrish
"I know, it's not so much a costume as an actual uniform," Parrish said, with a glance down to the khaki outfit he wore. "But I'm not allowed to wear it here, so it might as well be a costume." Which was a shame. He was a damn good cop, and he loved his job.
"And hell hound," he said, in case she was trying to figure out what he was. He hoped that would inspire her to tell him what she was. He didn't care, exactly, more like he was curious.