"And what makes him better than he was before?"

"His heart." She said, "It works like no other."

"You're useless girl;" It sighed "Easy come, easy go."

She stared back at herself in the mirror, "The heart is free to do as it pleases, but you, you have no heart."

"Nor have I a soul, but I can clearly understand left from down."  It snickered and rattled It's tail in the air.

A smirk stole across her placid lips, "You're genuine."

"So are the prints on my fur." It replied sarcastically and curled itself into a circle.

"Why must you tire so easily?"

"Because you fail to amuse me."

"Fickle thing."

"So says the girl with a fickle heart." It opened one eye at her, "Okay, I take that back."

She snickered silently to herself. "Go to sleep, we have tomorrow."