The lion-prickled maw cast a familiar blot against the wall just then, how much it was familiar in the dimmer lighting, thought the tangled black veil as it confessed. "I don't smile because there's nothing to smile for." he was a hole in the wall she could whisper secrets in; if he could read lips, she didn't mind. She stood gravely still and didn't approach him. She wasn't at work... no need to play it sane.
Wondering what his skeleton felt like underneath his skin, her fingers reached up between them to sprawl over an imaginary side of a ghost-face. "But you put a curse on me." her fist closed, with the exception of one index to point. "And now I have to smile for you."