Would've dropped you home, but none of these wallets appear to be yours. Nice little sideline you got goin'.
I'm a...collector of...rare wallets.
Screw it, I gotta know. Some things are too stupid to say out loud, so...(she writes 'I am an alien' and 'I am a demon', with tickboxes, on a paper towel. Bo chuckles)
Learn to enjoy your shit already, you can frickin' control people by touch, and not in a creepy hand job way. That is awesome!
What the hell were those freaks that I just met?
They're Fae. An evolutionary branch that predates on humans.
So am I Fae?
Yes. Well... that's your genus, not your species.
And for those of us who flunked biology?
I meant... Fae is a general classification. There are many different types.
So what type are you?
The insatiably curious human doctor type. I'm in it for the science.
Oh, kinky. Now for the million-dollar question. What kind of Fae am I?
[after kissing Dyson] Oh. Wow! Did you- Did you feel that? That was like- That was like the 4th of July in my mouth!
They're gonna underestimate you; use that to your advantage.
Bo (with more respect than earlier): I misjudged you. You got any other advice?
Dyson (tersely): Don't get dead.
And you're back to being an asshole. Nice.
I'm not crazy, right? That all just happened?
Yep. And now we know- Anyone can be Fae.
My bet's on wiener dude. So... what now?
We go home and we figure out the rest tomorrow.
"We," huh?
I gotta figure out some way to make a living while I'm here, and you're the one who thought we'd be a good team, so yeah, "we."
Cool. Just so we're clear about this partnership, you being you and all, uh, but I'm only into guys. Sorry.
I'll try to contain my disappointment.
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