"So are you a masochist, or is there another reason to feel pain?" He was almost tempted to pinch him just to see, but he didn't want to push too far, and, more importantly, whatever Jadus' self-made skin was, it wasn't easy to pinch. That was definitely a design flaw.

He got up on tiptoe and touched higher, stroking his neck, and then the back of his head. But he was tall, too tall, so he switched to feeling lower. Were those robes, and were they alive? That had to be impractical, and made him wonder what was under them. "How does someone like you like being touched?"