"They're shitheads who haven't got the first clue how to be decent to people," Jag replied, happy to relinquish the joint to the ashtray beside him, for now. Curnen might be, technically, Fae, but she wasn't a Fae as far as he was concerned. "But they've got some talented shitheads, too."

He grabbed a black box from the floor beside him, and pushed up into a sitting position, legs crossed. "It's for you," he told her, with a small smile, and handed her the tarot deck.