but it had been so long since anyone good and decent had wanted him that way-and her silhouette against the window last night , looking for him in the darkness- no humans . he remembered feeling this way as a child , when his father would beat him or shout at him . i nodded towards his desk with a frown . it would be a few more days at least . she no longer wanted to know what that meant . he was nice , down-to-earth , just like a regular guy . how many languages does this man speak ? 