He'd been called far worse than mean in his lifetime and he really didn't care about being mean to Lisette. She was weird. One of those midgets. To be honest, until he had seen her, he'd always thought that midgets were made up. But then, he'd always thought magic was make believe and clearly it wasn't. Rolling his eyes anyway, he stepped forward a bit as Gloria backed up.

"They aren't hexed," he assured her. "And, even if they are from the greenhouses, I still had to pick them, didn't I?" he added, narrowing his eyes at the midget and then looking right back at Gloria and thrusting the flowers forward again.

"Just take the flowers. I got them for you." It wasn't what he wanted to say, but being stared at by the midget and having Gloria looking afraid of him was really starting to tick him off.