"A very pretty face," Kagura added. "And everyone has balls. Balls of the heart." Or maybe they were eyes of the heart. Oh well.

"Because you don't smell poor. You don't look downtrodden and defeated. And you look like you eat people like us for breakfast." Kagura didn't want to be eaten by anyone or anything. She already experienced that feeling and it wasn't very fun. Or enlightening. It was just slimy and smelly and weird.

"Ok, princess. But I'm warning you. I'm too young to be your wingman."