“Fighting with one’s claws is just so inelegant,” she said. “It’s not ladylike.” “And shooting lasers out of your eyes is?” “Oh my, yes. With my Magic Missile I don’t get blood on me like a common house cat. I don’t end up matted and filthy. I can’t even imagine it. I’d end up looking like Ferdinand.” “Who the hell is Ferdinand?” “Nobody you’d know.”
