"The worst monsters look like everyone else." Or at least that's what he was taught. "The ones here, they have extra heads? Horns? Tails with spikes on?"

Because those sound like monsters from stories. He doesn't know really what she means when she says monsters but if you know they're monsters, you know what to expect. If they look like her or him or anyone else then how,can you tell they're rotten to the core?

"Sneaky? Guess you could say sneaky is my mind name. But maybe... maybe I'll show you later." He grins at her, but doesn't flash the blade again. Not when he's also itching for the chips.

He picks at a couple as well, munching happily away for a moment until the drinks are brought to them. "Whiskey's okay. If you don't have to work the next day." One might be okay. But Jacob is bad at stopping at one.