A wide devilish smirk spread its’ way across Kalysto’s face and he reached out to poke her side. “Good question.”
“Why, you calling me anorexic? The trolls did that too. I was little and my ears pointed straight up and I had no tusks. I was also scrawny.” He poked her again. “Watch what you say, I’m the grandson of like, the best Mage ever. I could burn you by thinking about it.”