"Oh, believe me, I know what it feels like to be a pincushion for a knife or two." Wow, she just unloaded a whole lot of information about herself that he couldn't give a damn about, something about little girls and half bloods and yadda yadda. He couldn't help it really, Dark Fae had notoriously bad attention spans and they weren't exactly known for their kind and compassionate hearts.

"How are his balls, anyway? I've always wondered," he asked loudly instead, aware that it was more of a rhetorical question than anything else since he already knew because he'd roomed with Bill, who used to prattle on all about the inspiration for his plays. Though maybe Toby would be comforted by the fact that he had apparently no ruddy clue what the 'balance' was, nor did he care. Either that or he was very good at acting clueless.

"She might be, she's bitchy enough for it, but I never thought to ask. And hopefully she won't show up here so I'll never know." He gave a dramatic shrug before having another swig of his wine, which was starting to taste better thank you. "Mm! Not to say you're bitchy just because you're one of Oberon's lot, but you know how it is. Descendants from ancient fae tend to think their shit smells like roses."