"Nah," He said and waved his hand at her. Sweeney gave the Djinn a wide, toothy grin as he hobbled closer. "Not to dangerous for me. I've got enough fucken fight in me for the whole of Ireland." Which he probably did. Fighting was a passion of his, much like drinking and keeping tabs on his hoard. Not that anyone other than a full-blooded leprechaun would understand that.
Sweeney looked her over. Jeannie wasn't unattractive. Quite the opposite really, a realization that should have, and normally would have, had bile rising in his throat. But he didn't remember that he didn't like her. All he knew was that there was a damsel in distress and he was going to be gentlemanly and walk her home.
He was going to ask her what a girl like her was doing in a place like this, but thought better of it. He wasn't particularly sure, even in his intoxicated state, that he wanted to know what she was doing by the docks. It was safer to assume she was lost, and by the look on her face and the way she had been walking about before he approached, it seemed the logical deduction.
"I'll help you get out of this neighborhood. It's a bit dodgy down here. Come along," he said politely and started to lead the way to the brighter parts of the City. "Where does your master live, I can get you there? Or at least to some place familiar."
It wasn't like him to be this helpful to someone he normally loathed. But none of that mattered. She was pretty and lost, and he couldn't bring himself to be mean to her. Not now.