Throwing herself into the leather beside him, Summer gave a prolonged shudder. “Look, I know they’re your people and all, but that kind of thing is why the Unseelie have a bad rep. Did nobody ever tell them that? I feel like a gnat that somehow escaped the spider’s web. Or possibly a mouse getting away from the Cheshire cat.” She put her face in her hands for a moment.
“Should’ve just fucking smacked one of them to begin with.” Lifting a booted foot, she inspected it. “Maybe I’ll wear spike heels next time. That’ll make an impression. What do you think, Vex? Would I look okay in spike heels?”
The Mesmer let out a heavy sigh at her words, though he couldn’t blame her for them. “I know, m’dear, but not every Dark Fae is the same either. Don’t let those bloody people get to you.. I mean, ‘ave I tried to kill you yet?” he told her with a shrug of his shoulders. Then again, most people, he would have.. but he didn’t mention that.
“That would’ve made the situation worse,” Vex muttered, seeing as it seemed like she was talking more to herself than anything. “You’d look lovely in anything, Summer, but spikes—or some kind of weapon to begin with—would probably be smart,” he admitted. Absently, his hand touched the pistol that he kept inside jacket; he was Fae, sure, but it was always nice to have some kind of back-up.. You could only mesmerize so many people at once, after all.
“I’m not unarmed,” she said, “merely unweaponed. I don’t study martial arts for my health. I just — it’s a party, and this is your space, and your livelihood, and I didn’t want to start something you couldn’t countenance. Far less have the police down on you — there’s just too much I don’t know.” Slanting a sideways look at him, Summer added, “Is that flattery? I didn’t think you went in for that. Or is there something you want?” She ran her fingers over the faint mark on her neck, eyes sliding shut. “After all, if it had been /you/ biting me there, I think the outcome would have been rather different.”