" 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. "

― Sara Wolf , Find Me Their Bones (Bring Me Their Hearts, #2)