"Wow. Talk about anti-climatic. Here I thought you were going to say you killed or tortured her. Or like, dressed her up to look like a marionette as she did your bidding. Or... something." She shrugged, mostly serious, but it didn't seem to bother her that Sweeney might be a killer. It wasn't like all her Fae friends had their hands clean either.
She looked at him and then to the bar. She leaned over and reached for the Jameson. "It's ''the first few are on me, but then you have to buy some so Kenzi isn't broke for life'." Peter would kill her if she gave booze away for free and she didn't want to feel like she was working as an indentured slave because her tab was too high. Still, she poured him another drink.