[She catches the flinch, but for once, doesn't regret her words.]

Of course not. If anything, they're the ones always roughing you up. [Her expression softens a bit, and she leans back into his bed as she thinks of a memory.] The day we met, I found you buried under a pile of kids, the only visible part of you being your feet. It's like you have this magic power over them without even having to use your magic.