I was the shortest kid on the planet, if I didn't figure out how to talk my way out of trouble I wasn't going to live to see twenty.

[But she can see that you ascribe to a different school of thought, when it comes to sorting out tall people— and yes, she'll take those, thank you. This costume was going to be a mess, but at least she'd have something shiny to hang onto afterwards. It's not nothing.]

Don't worry about it. [He strikes her as the kind of guy who doesn't like owing people favors.] Besides, these people...

[The Fey and their sparkles, the werewolves and vampires and all the other fantasy-vid bullshit. Abraxas as a whole, and all it's natives; she makes a dismissive, circular gesture, to encompass them all. These people. All of them.]

Fuck 'em. You buy me that drink, we'll call it even.