Heavy-Metal-Hippie
"Why bother?" Dorian snorted. "Who do you think needs you? Djevik?" He laughed. He was wondering about the bird on her shoulder, his curiosity piqued. This Tinker was most amusing, after all.
"Yes," she said calmly. It was a fact, so why deny it? She wasn't irreplacable, she was sure, but he did need her. There was no reason to argue with the muleheaded milk-sucker.
She eyed him in amusement, sensing he was curious, but didn't say anything else.