"Oh, I suppose it's going well enough. How are you doing?" Baba took a step closer. "You seem to be doing rather well. You certainly look it." Her hand lifted to touch his arm. "How is your girlfriend? You do have one still, yes?"
She looked over his body, almost as if she were ready to have a bite, but it faded as she saw something. "Oh, is that a hole in your shirt? She doesn't darn your clothes for you? I bet she doesn't even cook you dinner, you poor thing."