Pixie tried to glare at the suggestion that her son learn how to fight, but her face stung when she did. Well, Pumpkin would just love that suggestion. Pixie knew he had been hinting at Niro to teach him how to fight, but she was relieved when nothing really came of it. But now, all because of this one asshole, now he son was going to get to learn. It wasn't that he wasn't old enough, in Pixie's head, it was that part of her wanted him to remain her Pumpkin, her little boy, when in reality, he hadn't really been much of her little boy since his kidnapping, and even less so since the near end of the world.
"He's eighteen," she replied, wrapping an arm around Niro's neck when he picked her up. She tried not to feel too comfy in his arms, but it was nice to be held by someone so warm. It had been too long since she had been in a non-work-related embrace, and one that she felt safe in. No one would cross Niro, so Pixie would be fine with him for the time being.
"Skellington's plenty old enough, I just..." she just didn't want him to be old enough, "want him to learn other things as well. Like how to treat women, for starters. I don't want him ending up like that bastard tonight. Thinking women are merely playthings put here for his enjoyment and abuse of. I also don't want to get slammed into walls anymore, but hey, it's hazards of the job. Believe it or not, this isn't the first time I've taken a hit," she explained.
One of her former bosses used to hit the girls all the time. Pixie was no exception, but she wasn't often hit in the face, since her face brought in the money, but he'd use things that didn't leave bruises on her back. Because she brought in the most money, she wasn't hit as often as some of the other girls, however, whenever she was late to work, she'd usually get it by the end of her shift.
"Well, I guess I'll be reading or something until then. I hear you're not supposed to sleep when you have a concussion."