The little man thumped his chest--yes, he actually thumped his chest--with a fist, and gave another puffed-up salute.
"I've fought worse foes," he declared proudly, remembering the beating he'd taken from the skinwalker. He'd been even smaller then, than he was now. But when it came to her, he got completely tongue-tied. "I can't even talk to her. We don't even like the same food. It's hopeless."