He grunted again as the elbow took it's leave...that was where the sharp pain had come from...made sense, anyway. "I think I'll pass on the...further damage, but I'll keep ya in mind..." he said, laughing again.
She hauled him to his feet and he didn't complain, his body quickly banishing bruises and the like. Healing wasn't any difficult venture for Peyote; he was strong, very strong, and a few scrapes and bone-bruises were nothing at all.
"Nah, darlin', I'm a tough old thing, promise. You look to be ok though..." She was scraped up, and he could imagine that she would have some bruises and....well, a few claw scratches across her chest, but all in all, she had come through fairly unharmed...he supposed he could take the credit for that.
"Well, the sky may fall down here on a regular basis, but that's the first time this blasted city's ever dropped a lady on me..." he laughed again, shaking his head and wondering were his cigarette had gotten off to.
Dark green eyes met hers, dancing with amusement. Maybe he should have acted more hurt, but he didn't. Peyote didn't advertise his immortality, but he wasn't the most exclusive with it either. After all, people all over the country worshiped him, truly worshiped him as a god; he was used to communing with mortals.
"My name's Pacey....Pacey Williams. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?"