Thankfully for everyone, that was sooooo not an actual pickup line. Iman wrinkles her nose at him and turns her attention back to her drink.

"Well, again, not really my area." She sips, swirls the liquor around a bit, thinking. "Where I come from it's all very... insular. I don't know hardly anything about... that whole... Christianity thing." She waves a hand at him. "You might as well be Santa Claus for all the difference it makes to me. Do you guys have that here? Or like, uh... the Erlking or some shit. That seems more appropriate." She's scraping the bottom of her mythology barrel here. "I can't really see you bringing anyone presents. Unless it was like, their own liver, which you just pulled out. Or something." She snickers, inappropriately, at the thought. "Man, guess Daniel was right about you, huh?"