" Ah, great. Now I'm being criticized for my clothing preference; next you'll be commenting about my weight? " he muttered under his breath, actually quite intimidated by the whole 'wearing a dumpster' thing. " What if I said I could... uhm... burn you? " he attempted to also intimidate her, but it obviously failed, miserably, too.

Not that he'd actually want to off her, any companion would be a good companion.

" Oh, right. The name's Dewey, in case you'd want to remember that, " he said. " Or if you maybe want to possibly find me outside the dream and give me a beating, and... I dunno, " he added.