The scales sunk back into his skin like they tried to avoid her touch. Bach just looked at her, huffed and sighed with disappointment.

"Let me guess, you're part time shrink and madame as well? See, fear and anger works. It's the only thing that always works. And it's clear that you like to talk about fairies, but you're the first in this town. Do you want to roll up your monologue, or will you do that after breaking into my apartment tonight or some such?"
He rolled down his sleeves. "You can even have my coat and guitar." That hurt, but both were replaceable. Kind of.