"I never said you were an angel. I said you were a good man, and you argued with me," he points out. "I know angels. I've known a few in my life. Couple literal. A couple just good kids," he says. Well kid, in the case of Rinoa. "You seemed to want me to see you in a bad light," he says, shrugging as he moves towards the door that separates the sheriff's office from the main jail room.

He opens the door and out ambles a gangly-ish groffle calf, all large nose, and bud horns and clattering hooves as he rambles out.