“Stunned. They broke the mold when they made you, didn’t they.”
“I was not made from a mold, Darling. You have my word on that.” Of course, however much good his word was worth… well, that was up to her to decide. He took great joy in stringing them along before he took their soul, after all.
“Oooh, someone’s cocky.” His incredibly intent gaze was making her a little nervous, actually. People didn’t look that hard at someone unless they wanted something. “And what’s your word worth, then, stranger?”