"Nah. The reality--the grim reality--is that they have gotten used to my weirdness. I mean, if there's a good place to be a mutant-slash-mutant-looking-green-dude, it's New York. I'm not even the weirdest thing most of these people have seen today."
He leaned in conspiratorially, his lips almost brushing her ear. "Besides, I have to be ready in case one of the popular girls from your school comes by and you have to outdo her by having your own pony."