"You were sleeping pretty hard, according to my daughter," he says, taking a careful sweep of the boy's torso. "She's been with you this whole time; I only just now took her place, so she could assist with dinner preparations."

He gingerly touches one of the wraps on Jay's shoulder. The cuts and scrapes weren't too deep, so they still look pretty good. He likely won't have to change them until the next time he cleans himself.

Samuel cuts his eyes carefully to the young man's face, smirking a little.

"You'll have to tell me your secret."