He's got to grin at that. The whole idea of him being some knight trying to help the people is a pretty hilarious one, even if it isn't far from the truth. "Only if you think of me as one of the good guys."

And he's not. But he'd come to terms with that long ago. You've got to break a few eggs, right? "Mostly it's self protection, anyway." There's a purple shine off her hair that reminds him of the woman he'd left back in Mei.

It's just his luck her husband would come back.

Purple hair's the only thing the two have in common, though: he can't imagine Faye behind a counter cooking and chatting with patrons any more easily than he can imagine himself flying with a pari of pearly wings. "I bet that must be a full-time job." He taps off some ash, leans back.

"So Spike was behind it all?"