"He is," York said, turning to the pretty girl in the shop. He had one eye that was glassy and white, surrounded by scar tissue. A keepsake from his time in the marines--he'd stood a little too close to a chemical weapon when it exploded. Whoops. At least it got him a medical discharge and some fancy bling.
"Thankfully, I can give him back to his mom and dad when he gets to be too much for me," He added, teasing and grinning.