Daryl snorted and chuckled, genuinely amused by the question, "As if a pup like you could've done anything to me."

He stood up, stretched, and padded the five or six inches it took to get into the kid's face. One paw came up - claws in - to press lightly against Ghoul's cheek. The paw was damn near the size of a human palm (minus the fingers) and he was gentle enough with the touch.

"I got ya pretty good right here, though. Shallow. Stopped bleeding hours ago. But you should be careful or it'll scar."