He opened his mouth to give a scathing retort, before pausing in place. As he closed it, Flitz chimed in. *Close your mouth boss, you are causing a draft.*<br/><br/>A quick assist to his familiar, disguised as a drop and kick, got his familiar a good distance into the sky, before he finally turned back to the conversation. "Fair enough, so used to everyone hating on me that it has kind of turned into a knee jerk reflex at this point. Though that hundred foot max range order is STILL crap, especially with my hat of disguise."<br/><br/>Flitz had been circling down after his assisted launch, and landed on the elf's shoulder, before he started giving her the big eyed look, hoping for more fruit.