Taylor grinned at both Iris and Mica, "I'm pretty sturdy, and I can make myself a hard target when motivated.  And I was pretty damn motivated."<br/><br/>Sitting at the table, mug of earl grey in hand, Taylor sips at it gratefully, warming his hands at the side for a bit.  Listening to Antonio, Junior and Mica talk, Taylor became more and more confused, and his expression showed it.<br/><br/>"So what you're saying is," Taylor started slowly, "that this dog is like the Necronomicon, and that if we spread lots of cheap stories about it, it'd turn into a puppy?  And that more faeries are going to be after us.  And that we need to do some reading."