Are you serious right now?

[ Nettled by the comment, he sends a rush of fern-frost across the couch from where he perches on the armrest without moving, the crackle of a wooden frame and fibers freezing solid. Then he offers him a smile. ]

I'm not employed by anyone. [ He doesn't get paid, anyway. ] Isn't there a Boogeyman around here somewhere that you should be following around?

[ What the heck is with sassy shadows. ]