It's difficult to tell if she's flirting or not, his gauge on that sort of thing have long been broken, but her manner still makes him smile, head cocking to one side curiously.

"In my experience, 'big protectors' like me are often as useless as we are helpful," he says, resting his hands loosely on his hips. He feels ridiculous even using those words, repeating them only to emphasize how much they don't fit him at all. "And trust me, if you knew anything about me, you'd agree."

The rest of her comment makes him curious though and he pulls out an empty glass for himself along with a bottle of whiskey, tipping himself a couple shots worth. "So where are you from? And why the demon problem? You don't have any hunters?"