“As much as I hate to admit it, you did good work today," Yorl says in the doorway. "Aw, I appreciate you, too." I reach to bop his black nose, but he lifts his chin out of the way. "Don't." I stamp my foot. "Why does everyone in this city hate fun?" "Do you think a stranger sticking their fingers up your nose is fun?" "Up your nose? Gross. I was just going to tap it. Who's been trying to stick their fingers up your nose?" "The human children," he grumbles. "Every chance they get.”
Book:Find Me Their Bones