"It makes you more real. Like you're someone I could actually touch and hold." Otherwise, Oswald was delicate looking, fragile, ethereal. "And we'll make you something to replace it and you'll look pretty again, like you don't belong in my world."

His voice is soft and slightly awestruck. Pretty or rakish, it's an adoring tone that both looks work just fine for him. He shifts his legs to help Oswald, rolling onto his side to face him. "I think you're always beautiful."