"Maybe he'll go away if we don't answer," I said, and Jenks rose - sixty feet in a mere second. In another second, he dropped back down. "He's coming around back," he said, his gold dust looking black through my sunglasses. Damn it back to the Turn. "Pix the sucker," I said, then waved my hand in negation when Jumoke clearly thought I was serious. The small pixy looked about six, and he took everything literally. [...] "Let him come back," I finally said. "If this is about that paper of his, he can suck my toes and die."