Why wouldn't it have? [He shakes out those fluffy wings and starts absentmindedly grooming the feathers.] I don't know, he didn't seem grouchy about my-- [He snorts.] Betrayal, anymore, but you know as well as I do that he's a capricious bastard. And, you know, I don't have a big shiny sword and would barely know which end to hold if I did. Self-defense with a crossbow against someone like him is a hopeless proposition.

Self-defense with anything against someone like him, for someone like me, is a hopeless proposition.