"I'm amending the rules. You're allowed t'do that when you're a leprechaun," he says, hoping it'll throw her off enough that she might actually laugh. He doesn't look like a fucking leprechaun, after all, he's not a tiny little man dressed in green and so he knows he's not what people expect when they think of the word.

With a grunt of effort, he swings a fist, trying to dislodge her, but she's small and she's strong, like an annoying fucking bug. Except he's not annoyed at all. He's having a good fucking time, as long as she still is.

"Won't do that again," he says. "Friendly, after all, those're the new rules."