He got up from leaning against the doorway and followed her, stopping a few steps away and smiling. He liked her in the sparkling light, it worked well with her wings and hair. He'd known it would.
His teeth grit when she talked about the guy, but he could tell she didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he quieted on the matter. This was supposed to be a happy place, after all. He'd ask her more before she left and maybe see if he could find the guy.
"Wow. So you're like, a real pixie then," he said, a bit suprised. She looked a lot like one, of course, but she'd said she was a mutant thing, not a fairy. And she was bigger than Tinkerbell, and spoke. He liked that better. "Knives are cool! Is it special?"
Her observation about boys made him hesitate, and he flopped down on a bean bag, thinking about it for a moment. Then he grinned. "Guys are grosser, and girls are softer."