"What," said Lulu, furrowing her brow at him. "Why would I lie about being awful? D'you reckon I enjoy looking silly in front of giants?"
She could think of several reasons, actually, but. Really! Fucking with people wasn't what she did. At least not on purpose. Most of the time.
"And why d'you call women chica all the time?" She asked, taking the seat as he'd instructed. "Do you notice it coming out of your mouth?" Not that it bothered her, really. Marcus could call women whatever he wanted to call them; it was his prerogative, of course. At least it wasn't anything too awful. Lulu couldn't abide by that sort of thing.
"Oh, ha," she added. "As if I haven't got teeth of my own."