"Says you." she pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "What?" She asked a bit suspiciously. Out of habit, she began fiddling with the ends of her hair.
"Right." She said shortly, really not wishing to go over this topic. She hadn't meant him specifically. She really meant that she wasn't used to being anyone's friend. Him included, of course, but not exclusively. She rocked back on her heels for a moment searching desperately for a way to drop the subject.
"If I turn up stabbed with a teeny-tiny elf-sized knife...you know who to look at." Dorcas said holding her hands up, shrugging.
"Right then. I reckon that's what the potion is for anyhow." She said with a small smile. "And I'm not slow. You're just a prat." She reasoned as though that much was obvious. "If I go downstairs to get you something to eat, you reckon that elf of yours will behead me or will the portrait of your mother fly off the wall in a desperate attmept to off me?"