[Nancy stills. Wow. Wow did he hit the nail on the head. Not that she was going to lure him into her white van and sell her into child prostitution, but because that's nearly precisely what had happened to her.

There just hadn't been a white van. Just an old, miserly fae.

She swallows and lifts her chin.]

I wouldn't do that to someone. [Her voice is soft. But she takes a moment to center herself.] Trust me or not, I'm offering what you want, and if you don't want my weed, I'm sure someone else will.