Yes

Amy's smile grows wider. "I love to kick the {if@ Male==true}boys{else}girls{endif} and make them cry," she says, her hand moving to your chin, raising your head. "I wonder how much more I can make you cry, my little weeping angel." Her hand moves away, letting your head drop, while she paces around.

"Maybe we can play a game together," she finally says. "I've just made one up now. I call it Weeping Angels. Do you want to play?"