"I'm asking you to be in the area when there's an opportunity for you to punch or shoot someone, or 'get into some good old fashioned fisticuffs,'" he replies, unaffected by the laughter. Qilby's as still and poised as she is fidgety and, despite his smile, is apparently taking this completely seriously.

"Not all of us fit our flight's stereotypes," he goes on to say. Just look at him, for example. Not a trace of asshole in him! "And there's no reason the same can't be true for the others. You'll find these sorts of troublemakers flying every color-- but I would be especially wary of the Blues. My 'friend' I told you about is a Bluesworn, and he's undoubtedly already begun to slander me there."

If he can count on Yugo for one thing, it's the boy's complete lack of discretion. They may have made their tentative peace now, but if Yugo catches on to this mess with the elves he'll take any opportunity to make a public spectacle of their inevitable fight about it. Best to have as many people on his side as possible before that happens.

"I would not expect you to aid me without promising you something in return, of course." He glances at the bottle. "I think I have an idea of your... Tastes. But if you have any other needs I can accommodate, I would be glad to help fulfill them."