He huffs, not sure if he should be offended at so quickly being written off as not the nightmarish type. "Maybe I'm losing my touch," he says, raising his eyebrows and winking at her.

He tilts his head and grins at her. "Well, I think both of those things apply to me, though you might be the first to put them together. Most people back home just call me a freak." He looks her over and then gives her a small nod. "I can't wait to hear that one."

He grins and then points over his shoulder. "All right. I'm going to fuck off. I'll catch you later, your majesty."