
“Pretty heavy name you got there…”
“Heavy?” His name is referred to a number of other things, but he’s never heard of ‘heavy’. ”What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s kind’a big name for someone like you.”
“You can’t be more than what, fourteen, thirteen? And your name sounds like it’s meant for some kinda nobel guy in a chair.” She shrugged. “That’s all.”
“Thirteen, actually.” Was she suggesting he didn’t deserve the name he bore?

“I’m the owner of the famous Funtom Toy company, and the Queen’s watch-dog.How do you spend your time?"
The Earl didn’t even flinch. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” he teased, his eyes then focusing on the metal arm...
She half-growled at him, her metal fist rising in front of her, clenched. “You should be damned grateful you’re a...