Finnigan rolled his eyes. "Well that's a change of tune," He grumbled, "Nothing like the scary iron-man parody I met. Must have a things against guys." He sneered, and his face suddenly turned very cold. He didn't seem to agree with that Jenny. On anything. He looked at Greg. "'Scuse me," he whisper to Cinia, "it looks like your chicken wants to kill me!" His voice trembled slightly. If looked could kill, that chicken would be a murderer. He shook it off then he cocked his head. "Switzler? Like Beveryl Switzlet the movie star?" He leaned in closely so the brim of his hat brushed her forehead and he heald her chin. "Can't be," he mused "you're far to beautiful!" He laughed and leaned away again. "As Jenny there said the ladies are over there. I'll be waiting here." He leaned against the wall and started whistling one of the 3 songs he was most likely to be singing, 'Old Fashioned Lover Boy' by Queen.