"I wouldn't say opposites - people are similar to magnets in that regard. Too little in common and the whole thing will fall apart." Jeff wiggled his fingers, before reaching for some well-placed napkins.
"As well you should!" He hummed, smile soft. It was then he realized Bill had very little clue as to what he was - about as little a clue as Jeff had about what Bill could be. How fun! "I'm the nicest of my kin you'll find - and that is a verified fact of nature." He took another sip of his drink, before gently nudging the empty basket away.
"So you'd have an easier time owing me something, than say, my father."
The wink wasn't returned, but Jeff's grin became genuine once again.
"I've heard of her. I also heard that she became too big for her bodice. Wound up locked in a room in her castle." Really? The blood countess? Yuck. "The theory was sound, but the method and lack of general use her body had for it was not." As far as he recalled, she'd been human, and pompous enough to attack the children of her own court.
Jeff had a moment where he could have sworn Bill was looking at him weirdly. He certainly laughed at something.
"Well, my mother also told me she purchased me on sale at Sears, so..." He shrugged. "But he certainly is a man of the woods, so I just assumed for a long time that was what she meant." Time to brush up on your knowledge of Celtic fairies, Billiam. Jeff coughed at his own silly thought - though he was certainly hoping Bill was one of the tamer blood-drinkers. Demons of many varieties, vampires... but he certainly didn't smell of blood. Maybe Bill was a necromancer? Those were the sneakiest of magic-users in his opinion. Especially the old ones.
Understatement of the century, but still fair enough. Jeff nodded along to what Bill said, considering the remaining options carefully. A charitable man, though one who doubted his own value as a parent... potentially alive for quite some time... Jeff knew it would come to him eventually. He'd just have to keep puzzling over it.
"The younger ones often don't know what they want either, I think. It's why they shout so much. Because they're confused, and need something." That was his hypothesis anyway. "I read once that human brains don't fully develop before birth, and often don't stop growing until well into adulthood."
Jeff blinked at the tiny instrument. It was so small! And cute.
"That's adorable." He paused. No, that was not a request for a date.
"Oh, I don't want to impose. I believe you can play it, especially since you carry one around." He did want to hear it, but wasn't the kind to outright ask for such a thing. Jeff's cheeks flushed pink at the off-handed compliment.
"I enjoyed it, for a time. I suppose you could say that it was less the performance that I didn't like and... more the people in the crowd that made it difficult for me." Fae tended to work magic into everything they enjoyed - and humans were varying degrees of susceptible to it. Jeff also postulated that a siren had been somewhere in his father's lineage, but had no actual proof of that.
"Interested in viewing a performance, or interested in giving one?" He asked, laughing.
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