He frowned, crossing his arms. Clearly her reaction didn't amuse him and he looked around in mild annoyance. "I told you about the kind of people that live here."
"Well, you're a criminal," she said, looking up at him. "I'm technically a criminal; I let you go. You're painting over them with a pretty broad brush."
She laughed a little, raising one eyebrow. "Oh, so you just get to decide who's a criminal now?" she replied, tilting her head. "Drink the milkshake."
"Hey, don't say my name too loud," he warned. "I banished a lot of people in my time. Why do I have to drink it?"
She shrugged playfully, slipping off her hood, her golden hair catching the dim light of the bar. "All I know is that when Finneas gets hungry, you can see it in every detail. Down to the way he walks."
