"Oh, believe me, I know you can kick ass. If it were possible for us to have bruises or scars I'm sure I'd have more than a few from you alone." Likely from her own doing of course, Roxy had been a wild, angry child and occasionally needed to be held down or smacked to be kept in line. The cat she carried so close to the surface often responded better to physical correction than reasoning. "Of course, you're not as good at it as I am, but there had to be something I was better at, aside from being prettier."
"He's pretty nice, and shockingly pretty, I think I have a picture or two on my phone of him I can show you later. But yeah, do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone in this town that genuinely likes opera and who isn't a hipster? Diamond in the rough he is, for that alone." She wasn't going to mention the wizard part, though truth be known she usually didn't think of him as one. It was all due to the lack of a pointy hat and staff, or so she joked.
"Oh feel free to answer the door topless," she said as she waved to one of the cab drivers waiting just outside the airport who moved to open his trunk. "Do you really think I could manage to have friends who wouldn't be totally cool with a topless hot chick? But they can all take a flying leap while you're here anyway, they're not as good at being bad influences as you are."