"I have worn so many bodies over the years. I could make something new in a heartbeat. What would you like?"

I look at him thoughtfully. I wonder for what purpose he made the body he wore before, the pretty boy? Do his bodies shape him the way that Micah's memories have affected me: slight, but real?

"Something," I say, "that - feels like you. To you. As much as any body can," I add, because I know that about him: that he is not flesh. I want to know him again.