<strong>"I don't have to show you anything. Lucy's the one taking the job, so it's her choice whether or not to bring me. You want to deal with those losers, go ahead. I'm not dirtying my claws."</strong>And claws he had, both figurative and literal. The scorn he placed in his words was considerable. To think about harming or embarrassing customers like that, what nerve. He turned his attention from Trovor to Lucy, and albeit a little to Virgo. The Eidolon was rather distracting in her own right, but she was an odder sort than he cared to deal with. Besides, she was Lucy's.<strong>"Don't take what they say to heart, Lucy. I like you, and they just don't understand what it's like as a summoner of the kind you are."</strong>He began pointedly ignoring Trovor's chides. Catnip was just a racial stereotype perpetuated by his kind for their own amusement. It only really hit you if you smoked it, and he wasn't about to light up on some catnip.