"I believe I'll show you the door. It's over there," Boris said helpfully, gesturing toward the archway they'd come in from. He didn't particularly care for her generosity (which appeared to consist of allowing him to live where he'd been living all along) or for signing on to be some serf, fighting for people he didn't know and didn't really care about.

At this point, Heiji was wondering how Mab opened pickle jars. Probably by threatening them and then smashing them against the counter.