[The large dolly laughs softy, a hollow sound from deep within, as he places his free, clawed paw on the top of Luke's head. Those long, sharp claws are a bright red color and smell of a very...unsavory odor. One guess as to what that is.]
[He strings those claws through Luke's hair slowly, inspecting it curiously.]
:| Not helping.
[He strings those claws through Luke's hair slowly, inspecting it curiously.]