Haunted Wood i ain’t politicking, i ain’t kissing no babies

That... didn't make sense, but it sounded like words that Santiago might say. He wrinkled his nose a little at the spoiled carcass but didn't take it away from the boy. For several moments, Clarence mulled over the words in his head, humming in thought. 

"Are you mad because I wanted to play? Were you hungry?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. That was the only thing that he could come up with.