You're a bigger morsel than I am, Cujo. Might as well give the faerie something to chase. [Which is pretty callous, so he sighs and changes track.] But you'll be fine. If it gets anywhere near you, I'll take care of it. Marcone would probably demand a weregild for you anyway.

[He walks to where the grass gives way to concrete and sets to making a circle. A big circle, carefully arching the lines to make it perfect. He's more than happy to leave the kite flying to Hendricks.]