“Well… Admittedly I’m a bit naive on that score then. I don’t exactly have centuries of living yet to know any better. But in my personal experience it’s not a likely stereotype… I don’t think anyways.”
Alwyn laughed, shaking his head at the notion. “Hardly a stalker. But being the Institute Head of the Chicago does carry some weight in most circles—I’ve simply heard of him. Couldn’t even point him out in a room if you asked me to.”
Hunter snorted. "So you are a baby, fae?" He asked raising a brow. "Well...for your information fae stealing babies is a whole section in nephilim study. How else do you think some warlocks get to be so strong? A mix of heaven and hell." Then he rolled his eyes, "Now look what you did...turning me into a studios brat."
Crossing his arms, Hunter squinted out at the crowd milling about. "Well...honestly...you can't miss him. He towers over everyone. Height wise, I mean."
“Erm… in a manner of speaking, yes.” Alwyn raised a brow as the nephilim continued to speak. “I… apologize? Admittedly, I was more interested in studying human history rather than that of fae. For now anyways.”
He cracked a smile at that. “A lot of you are quite tall, in fairness. At least from what I’ve seen.”
