"Ooh," Leah murmured when the 'imp' thing was clarified. That was a pretty shitty thing to call a person for something genetic, something they couldn't even help, and she started to say so. Instead she merely scowled for a moment and let him continue; she imagined even saying the word 'genetics' would've likely earned her a blank stare.

Her lips curved a little as she glanced over at the big guy. "Bet he can. So you have like nine year long winters, too? That must suck."