"Don't even ask, it's like a fairy tale." Matthias relaxes some under Dutch's touch, like a subdued wolf. Besides, he has a feeling that if Damen wanted to attack he'd have done is already.

He groans. "She has all kinds." He's speaking of the booze, of course. It isn't his expertise, so he leaves that to Dutch. Her generosity rubs off on him, though, because in the next moment he adds, "Would you like a shirt? I can run downstairs and get you one of mine." They are nearly the same size. The same height at least, though Damen is bulkier. He should have something large and loose enough.