This was the second time that he had insinuated that she was not very bright. First with the way he reacted when she had asked what he was doing. And now he was outright telling her that she was ridiculous. He was so rude! Jeannie had never taken well to being criticized or told she was wrong, even by her masters. To have a leprechaun do it was very grating.
She fully intended to give him a piece of her mind and tell him exactly what she thought of his giant, drunken self and began to work herself up into a good temper. But before she could fully draw up a head of steam, he explained why he would not leave her to herself. The djinn paused and looked at him as he lit his cigarette.
He did not want to leave her on her own because it would be irresponsible and he did not think she would be safe. That was almost chivalrous. From a leprechaun. Jeannie did not know whether she should be touched or amazed. Or possibly skeptical. Was this more of him setting her up? Though he had yet to actually do anything to her.
Jeannie decided to take it with cautious optimism. He still bore watching, but it was getting tedious to be on constant guard. “Well. Thank you.” It felt very strange, almost wrong, to say such a thing to the leprechaun. “Fine. We can go a little further. But you do not need to touch me again.”