Firefly Ravine Americana

"Aye, I am fine," Merlin replied. "Would not want as your son meddle in your personal affairs," he winked at her, smiled, but felt glad that she seemed to be leaving. There was a limit to gorgeousness he could take and at the moment the figurative kettle was already blowing steam and splurting water all over the cooker. A bit more and there was a danger of gas leak and explosion.

"You will have to return him though," he added after a little pause. "Would not want to run in a trouble with his pack, if you ate him alive and such. You know, what I am talking about," he warned and gave a devilish grin to Njord.