"We should probably keep an eye on your little pet, Azazel."
Upon spotting Xhiero, Metah excitedly shrieks his name and launches herself at him.
Instinctively, and with surprising speed, Susan snatches the child out of the air.
"It is very important that you don't touch that man."
"Buuuutt whyyyyyyy?" Metah wails loudly.
With an irritated sigh Susan leans down to whisper in Metah's ear.
"This is very embarrassing for him, but he is allergic to children. Just one touch from a child can cause his feet to swell up. Sometimes they get so big that a toe pops off. He lost a pinky toe just last week!"
Metah's jaw drops and he stares at Xhiero with horrified facination.
"I promise I won't touch you! Can I have some food?"