"Well, there was that ... and name droppin' Wolfram and Hart ... and then tryin' to send me off to a town that dozens of other guys like me won't go within fifty miles of?" He spread his arms wide and shrugged widely, almost theatrically. "Yeah, I'm hung up. So sue me."

He dropped his hands and bent down to untuck a knife from his boot -- another old habit that died hard, but at least it was working for him in this case. "But hey. You wanna play? No sweat off my back." He flipped the knife around to hold it out to her, hilt-first. Probably not the best idea, arming the ... whatever the hell she was, but hey, he still had his gun. "Cut yourself with that."