"Oh, the.. Urh... Heh, thank you, Sir. And yes, I am a derivative of the hellscape, unfortunately..."
Kro stifles a slight chuckle, before focusing back on the bear.
"You're not gonna try to... kill me or anything, are you? Or tell people about... it?"
Those thoughts rung with severity inside what would be his own cranium, if he had one. Bones seemed to have been left out when he had been created, much like how he lacked a heart, in the literal sense.
((Razuel, Kro and Geoff are outside, under Kro's treehouse))