[She hadn't really believed him. Or, not that it got like this. She expected the usual reference of 'handsy', meaning mouthy and butt-grabby. This was... well, it wasn't bad. If she didn't know him, she'd probably break a finger, but touching just to touch? After the alley, it didn't seem to be bothering her as much as it might have otherwise.]

You know they have appropriate fights, right? They're not going to throw someone like you in with someone like me. Hell, there's a few knightly types that go in and swing swords at each other. But...

[She levied a look at him, tipping her head a little before reaching for the bottle to pour another drink. Watching him stretch over that empty bar stool to touch her was a little amusing.]

I think you're the first person I've met, the first normal person I've met who doesn't want to be just like Captain Tightass.