[At the Bar]

Now that is curious. Zillia puts her hands on her hips and appraises him once again, up then down.

"You know, darling, I'll tell you a secret," says the she-fairy, striding toward him and pushing herself up, up on the tips of her toes, still barely reaching the cliff of Max's shoulder. Her mouth isn't quite in his ear, but it's nearly there. And those small hands fall on his chest... only for supporting her, of course. "Neither am I. And I have lived long enough to see far, far less handsome demons. Far less handsome mortals besides." The very idea that she would have freaked out is ludicrous!