Jeannie certainly did not disagree with Dean on his view of things such as vampires and werewolves. While she had never met a vampire (at least to her knowledge), she had met werewolves and she did not find them particularly enchanting. Warm and fuzzy? No. They were rude and smelly. Very smelly. Her nose wrinkled in remembrance.
But then she gasped and her hands immediately came up to cover Lois’ ears. Jeannie had lived long enough to hear some fairly foul language, and a short stint on a pirate ship in the Mediterranean had broadened her vocabulary in ways this young man could not possibly imagine. But there were standards! He was talking to two ladies!
Her hands firmly clasped over her young friend’s ears to protect her from further auditory shocks, the djinn whispered harshly, “There is no need to use naughty words! I should turn you into a toad. They cannot talk!”
She huffed out an affronted sigh. “You must say you are sorry. That was very rude.”
And if there was one thing Jeannie would not tolerate, it was rudeness.