"His gaze slid from her headscarf to her glass of club soda. "Still pretending to be a Muslim?" "Hey, Damien," Freddie said, "still pretending to be a man?" "Dances-with-Knives, a pleasure as always." He lowered his voice. "I could ask you a similar question, wendigo." "I was commenting on your lack of genitals." Freddie leaned closer to me, cupped one hand to the side of her mouth and stage-whispered, "Nothing down there. Smooth like a Ken doll."