Owen Sanford

"There are right and wrong views and actions on either side of anything, and those defending their side will undoubtedly fight to the death. What could possibly be so important as to stake everything on an opinion? The world is flawed, in some cases more so than anyone will admit, but we are all bent and not broken. We can rebuild this world and make it something new and beautiful - for all of its inhabitants." -Quote by Owen Sanford during an Equality press conference in Washington DC

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Election Day Eve // Owen & Lu (Nov. 3rd Noon)

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“Well I did try a soy dog once, and let’s say it was my first and last time. I must say I greatly respect your ethical commitment though. Perhaps if I didn’t have such innate needs and a stronger constitution things would be different.” Lu would never be able to change the fact he was a Shifter, and knew Owen would be absolutely horrified if he ever observed his behavior in wolf state playing out the dynamic of predator and prey. Before he knew they were ordering at the counter, and as Lu reached back for his wallet Owen was already paying for the both of them. Given the conversation he took it down a notch, and only ordered three of the delectable all meat chili dogs. A quick shrug of his shoulders he added. “Well thank you even though you don’t have to. I fully understand not everyone is a barkeep.” Lu would’ve normally insisted to buy his own meal, but he knew it was important to the Fairie so he let it be. The men continued to stand till a tray of food appeared before them. Reaching out for the tray he followed Owen to a small booth surprised that they were seated so quickly. Letting his meal rest he shot up a questionable eyebrow. “Well you know I’m the first to support you in your endeavors not only cause we all benefit, but I know it’s where you find your purpose. However, you know what they say about all work and no play? Owen you need to live more and work less.”   

[owen-sanford]

With the quick progress of taking their trays and finding a seat, Owen knew that their small talk was coming to an end. The Shifter confirmed his thoughts nearly as soon as they were seated. Sighing, he knew that the conversation that never seemed to end was once again upon them. "You know very well that I spent lifetimes doing very little work. Now that I've returned to this area of the world, it seems I need to make up for that. I get out now and again, but a politician's life is busy, especially with the election tomorrow. If I'm to change anything I must give it my all, and I cannot do that if I'm spending too much time 'at play' as you put it." It was somewhat of a sore spot with the Faerie. He would love to spend more time with the dwindling number of friends that he had, but he felt so strongly about his cause that he knew he couldn't simply leave it. There didn't seem to be a middle ground in his field of work, and so he was left struggling to maintain relationships while throwing himself head first into his work. "Tell me, how goes the life of the one who lives it? I'm sure you know all about my life lately, it's been all over the television, so please give me a break from it. What have you been up to lately? Any new girls I should know about? Getting into trouble? Having fun? Let me live vicariously through you my friend!"

[owen-sanford]

R&R | Owen & Leigha | October 28th (dusk)

[leigha-williams]

Leigha propped her elbow up on the bar then rested her chin on her hand, intrigued by his answers and questions. “Well lucky for you I sat down then. I tend to be one of those people who can’t stop talking,” she smiled. “But I won’t be the only one. You’ll have to tell me about yourself as well.” One of her first questions would be about what line of work he was in exactly. He had grabbed her interest in mentioning it. “How young do I look?” she asked with a small smile. “Although in my life I guess I’m always still practicing even though I haven’t been in formal schooling for a while.” Both with her dance and magic she needed to practice as often as possible and she understood what he was referring to. She wasn’t sure though if she would call lessons with Edmund school, she supposed they could. “I spend more time on some things than I probably should, but yes a night off was needed either way. I’m not much of a drinker, but I heard the music and had to come in to check it out.” The artist on stage had just finished his set and inwardly Leigha was slightly disappointed, but another local act was taking the stage. She would have to remember to get the name of the first guy from one of the employees. After taking another drink she started her own inquiry. “So people in your line of work don’t talk much…do you work in a morgue?” she asked joking and laughed lightly.

[owen-sanford]

"Oh don't worry, I can do my fair share of talking," he assured her with a chuckle. He was immediately struck with the feeling that this was quickly going to turn into a night of twenty questions. Having no objections to that, he smiled as she delivered the first. "Well, upon first glance I'd say you were a teenager. Having a bit more experience than most, though, I'm going to go with early twenties. Twenty three perhaps?" Despite her incredibly young looks, the magic he felt flowing from the girl indicated someone older. Her comment about formal schooling brought an amused grin to his face. "No, you wouldn't have, would you? A night off is a splendid thing, and I'm grateful to have one among such a spirited young woman." Owen shook his head, counting her questions as they came. "Now, now, if we're going to play twenty questions then we should keep track." Pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and a pen from his jacket he wrote each of their first initials on the top of the page and started a tally beneath them. Underneath the "L" he drew three straight lines, and underneath the "O" he drew one. "It would appear that you've pulled ahead of me, but no matter, I shall catch up. I did not say that people don't talk much, I said that they're unwilling to open up and have natural conversations. I'm a politician. Everything in my line of work is tinged with doubt, greed, purpose, and lies."

[owen-sanford]

R&R | Owen & Edmund (October 23rd Dusk)

[edmundnecromancer]

Edmund listened to the riled up politician, and bit his lip not smile as the other took back what he assumed was a compliment. He wanted to feign offense, but didn’t care enough. Owen really was quite a brilliant orator so much their little philosophical banter had started to draw the attention of others around them.  Leaning forward he rested his elbows on the bar and continued to listen blissfully wondering in the fairie was ever going to come up for air. The bartender had even stopped in front of the men, and finally when the other finished his argument Edmund nodded his head and added, “Easy now my friend. I don’t think we’re going to come to a consensus over something that is subjective and theoretical. Besides we’re close enough to be in the right church but the wrong pew.” With a swift lift of his head he acknowledged that he expected service from the bartender. “I’ll take a gin a tonic on the rocks and something for my friend.”  He paused looking over to his debate partner and his emptying drink. “Come know… can I get you something. I’m suddenly taken by the idea of getting liquored up alongside you.”       

[owen-sanford]

It was almost difficult for Owen to decipher whether his neighbor was amused, offended, or just bored. He had a sneaking suspicion that all three were a bit true. He couldn't help but to agree when the witch spoke, knowing that such a widely framed subject would never be boiled down to something on which the two could explicitly agree. With a mild glance, the fairie finally noticed that they'd drawn a small audience. "True enough, but it seems we've acquired a fan base. Can we truly disappoint them by simply disregarding the topic altogether?" A sly smile spread his lips as he delivered the invitation. Ever since his return to this portion of the world Owen had developed somewhat of a flare for the spotlight. An avid audience was something he just couldn't pass up. "How about we turn it into a game. Our listeners here can be the judges. A shot for every time one of us makes a valid point. It only counts if our friends here understand what we're trying to project. So, I make a point, you take a shot. You make a point, I take a shot. What do you think?"

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R&R | Owen & Leigha | October 28th (dusk)

[leigha-williams]

“Nice to meet you too,” she returned the handshake. He must have met new people all the time because it was obviously a practiced gesture. After she got her hand back she grabbed for the glass that the bartender had brought her and took a sip. She was inwardly happy that it hadn’t been Petre. Leigha’s eyes followed his motion back out to where she had just come in from. Weather wise it had been overly decent lately but his enthusiasm made her laugh. “Give it a few hours and I’m sure there will be more than a few drunken brawls.” Leigha’s foot tapped against the stool she sat on as the local man kept on playing. “Did you come in for the music or the drinks?” she asked curious. “Enough of the latter and you could easily start your own drunken brawl.” 

[owen-sanford]

With a glance over the patrons who had already begun to accumulate in the bar area, he couldn't help but agree with her. Even in this tame establishment it looked as if a few of the patrons would be leaving soon in search of a more rowdy evening. With a shrug of his shoulders, Owen turned his smile back on the girl. "I came for the company. Music and drinks are all well and good, but you don't find people willing to open up and just have a conversation in my line of work. Since I spend so much of my time working, it's nice to have a moment or two away every now and then." He glanced over her curiously, trying to determine which of her two parameters had drawn her there. "Let me guess, you're here because you're sick of school work and needed some relaxation by way of music and alcohol. How close am I?" He stressed the word 'school' in hopes that she'd catch on to his true meaning. A witch so young was bound to spend most of her time practicing magic, and that had to become dull every now and again.

[owen-sanford]

R&R | Owen & Edmund (October 23rd Dusk)

[edmundnecromancer]

Edmund waited for Owen to counter him on his stance for coupling and marriage. He knew a hopeless romantic toiled away within the man, and while he could see the man was lost in his own mind for a moment he didn’t raise an opposition. Instead words of flattery seemed to stumble out his lips, and all he could do was smile at the constant diplomat. Edmund knew a man of his nature staunchly stood against everything the fairie believed in. A total schism of polarity in their philosophical beliefs lay between them. He laughed before he countered. “Every time you say? I think you give me too much praise and credit. While I do have quite a bit of influence given my position people always have free will to discard any unwanted wisdom. I like to the way you think though. I could only imagine if I had true grip on all entities and their consciousness.” Edmund had long ago mastered the use of reanimating corpses and controlling souls no longer bound to bodies; however the living had always been problematic. “I will agree change is brought through the momentum of connectivity, but would you also agree it may not always be linear. That actions and words may not always have a clear trajectory to those who they effect.  I buy more into chaos theory myself.”      

[owen-sanford]

"I give you neither. I merely spoke my beliefs, which apply to everyone and are not compliments or jabs at anyone in particular." Owen refused to comment on the man's position. This conversation was going to go nowhere quickly., but it was one about which the Fairie felt strongly. "Whether they discard your wisdom or not, you've given them something to think about. So long as their thoughts have been broadened past the menial tasks they complete on a daily basis, you have changed something within them. If you change one person, you change the world. It's much like the butterfly effect, if you need a frame of reference with which to compare my ideals. Everything and everyone are connected, and therefore if you change one person then you begin a ripple that changes the world. It is almost never linear, which is exactly part of what I'm saying. Whether there is a clear trajectory or not, there is always, in fact, a trajectory and therefore it changes the world as i moves along." It took a moment before he realized that he'd been carrying on for far too long. Biting his tongue, he forced himself to quit speaking and allow the other man a chance to voice his opinions.

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Election Day Eve // Owen & Lu (Nov. 3rd Noon)

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Lu followed Owens eyes as he gazed at the Rolex. The two of them had always made a strange pair the Mr. Politician meets Mr. Blue Collar, and Lu had been playing that card for years. Lu laughed at the jest before he retorted. “Fifty-eight minutes would never be enough time for us to catch up. You would barely be through telling me what you ate for breakfast in that allotted time.” Owen had the gift of gab which Lu always appreciated because he was a listener. Even if the two were in disagreement Lu would listen and measure what his friend was saying always finding the merit even though he couldn’t reconcile his dissent. Not wanting to stand in line any longer than they would have to, he pulled for the door and held it open for the both of them. “I’m wonderful actually and couldn’t be happier. Just trying to decide and what point does the intake of chili dogs become shameful? Is five or eight? How are things with you?” While it was a generic answer he knew as their meeting went on they would both open up more. For the record Lu could easily take out eight. Which he knows is just a little sad. The line was already half way down the counter which was pretty typical at that time of a day. Lu’s stomach literally growled at the scent. They continued towards the front with each step becoming closer to pure culinary glory.  

[owen-sanford]

"Oh you're quite mistaken. I've become much more efficient since the last time we took a meal together. I could detail my breakfast to you in under twenty minutes now if I really wanted to." He continued to chuckle as he played along with his friend's banter. Somehow, against all odds, the two opposites had become good friends. Though they had little in common as far as lifestyles went, their personalities meshed so well that it seemed they hardly stopped laughing whenever they were together. Owen followed the man inside, glad to hear that his friend was faring well. "Personally I think one is shameful, but that's only if I were to partake myself. You know me, cringing at the thought of ingesting meat." He considered the standard question briefly before answering, his stomach growling in anticipation of some veggie loaded chili. "Nothing really new in my corner. Just fighting the same old fight, y'know?" By the time they'd completed their meaningless small talk the counter was before them. They each ordered and the fairy was quick to make sure he picked up the tab for both of them. "My fault it took so long, my treat."

[owen-sanford]

R&R | Owen & Leigha | October 28th (dusk)

[leigha-williams]

Leigha had the night off but since both Lu and Kate had to work, she was stuck with no plans for once. She could have spent the night practicing her magic, but she had done so much of that already, she felt she needed a break from it as well. She left the house to wander down U Street when she heard music coming from inside Busboys. Upon entering she saw that there was a local guy sitting on a stool with his guitar, belting out his original music, which he was surprisingly good at. The place was pretty busy so Leigha went for the first seat she could find. She ordered herself a drink and shrugged out of her jacket as she sat down. “It’s not too bad,” she smiled back and turned to the freckled Faerie. “I’m Leigha,” she extended her hand and introduced herself. 

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Reaching out with a broad smile on his face, Owen clasped the girl's hand and gave one of his politician's shakes. A little witch was not what he was expecting when he spoke into the air, but it wasn't necessarily surprising. "It's a pleasure to meet you Leigha. Owen Sanford, at your service." A small dip of his head betrayed that he was older than he looked, and valued the manners that used to fill the world. It had taken ages for him to break the habit of jumping up to pull out a lady's chair every time he went into public. Motioning back towards the outside, he gave her an amused look. "Not too bad? Look at that! The moon is big and bright, the stars are shining, the air is clear, and I don't hear any drunken brawls quite yet. I'd say this night could almost be miraculous!"

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Election Day Eve // Owen & Lu (Nov. 3rd Noon)

The delectable scent of chili was wafting in the air as Lu stood outside as fae and humans alike passed by DC famous landmarks Ben’s Chili Bowel. The restaurant had rooted itself into the pavement over a half century ago, and Lu still remembers the first time he visited. The chili recipe has stayed consistently the same. He’d texted Owen over two weeks, and it’s taken that long for them to reconcile their schedules: albeit it was mostly on Owen’s part. The air finally had cooled and the promise of an indian summer was long gone. Lu was dressed in his typical uniform jeans and sweatshirt topping the ‘frat boy couture’ off with a baseball cap. He dare not enter because taking seat was not permitted till after your order was placed. It wasn’t before long he saw Owen weaving in and out of crowd towards brightly colored restaurant. A broad smile took over his features. He had a momentary glimpse of Owen at the Ball, but never managed to actually make it over to him. “Alas our very own Alexander Hamilton has cleared his schedule to spend time with the little people,” he was barely able to get the statement out before he laughed.

[owen-sanford]

It had taken Owen longer than he'd expected to make it to the restaurant that afternoon. He could smell the chili before he could see the building, and it brought a smile to his face. A slight tremor of guilt shot through his belly as he saw the wolf through the crowd. His work on the council and in the human world had delayed their meeting longer than he would have liked, but unfortunately it wasn't something he could control. He was excited to finally see Lu again, and to continue their long-standing tradition of meeting for dinner at Ben's. It had been their favorite for decades, and they shared a love for the consistency of the recipe over the years. Finally reaching his friend, a rippling laughter spilled from his lips at the joke. "You're very lucky, indeed." He made an exaggerated gesture of looking at the Rolex on his arm. "Alright, you have precisely fifty eight minutes before I have to leave for my next appointment." Holding the pose for a moment, he glanced up at his friend and winked before laughing once more. "Only joking, I've cleared the rest of the day. How are you old friend?"

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R&R | Owen & Edmund (October 23rd Dusk)

[edmundnecromancer]

“Baby seals and orphan’s all in one week very impressive Owen, and they say our government is broken.” Edmund listened to the logical trajectory of the good natured fairy as he explained the development that had taken place on the legislative floor.  He nodded scratching his five o’clock ginger shadow which he earned through the day before he responded. “Perhaps you and I may agree on something after all. Gender shouldn’t matter to anyone other than those involved. The real question is why anyone would ever want to commit themselves to someone for life. It sounds absolutely mundane, boring and absurd. Monogamy is an absolute death sentence and a complete social construct to assure inheritance; a truly outdated way of thinking in the 21st century.”  Edmund paused long enough to give his order of a whiskey old fashioned to the bartender. “Oh me, I’ve not done anything as nearly as exciting as changing the social fabric. Just spreading my altruistic ideas and helping out our fellow fae as much as I can.” Edmund was beginning to wonder if Owen was ever going to call him out for the bull shit he seemed to always heap open the optimistic fairy.     

[owen-sanford]

An exaggerated look of shock took over his face at the necromancer's words. "Us? Agree on something? Surely you must be mistaken." The victory of common ground was short lived, though, as Edmund continued to speak of his views on monogamy. He could understand the man's view, as it was one of many who lived such extended lives, but only to a certain extent. Owen's mind strayed momentarily to the one person he'd ever loved, unfortunately a mortal, and wondered if he'd ever find his one true life-long mate. He believed they were out there, but after over three centuries of searching for them the quest was beginning to seem hopeless. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he smiled politely at the obvious poppycock that was dripping from the magic man's lips. "Nonsense, I'm sure you change the fabric of the world every time you open your mouth. After all, what is the world if not a collection of people and ideas. If you change the way just one person thinks, then you have certainly changed the world. Don't you agree?"

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[owen-sanford]

mrsantonyelchin:

Eddie Redmayne - Variety Magazine 2014

[owen-sanford]

For lack of a better idea, Owen has decided to go as Peter Pan for Halloween. He finds the costume amusing since they can both fly.

[owen-sanford]

What is your favorite current holiday, and has it changed since you were a child?"

Currently my favorite holiday is Christmas. Though it has changed much from the original celebrations of the time, I enjoy the spirit of giving, love, and hope that fills the air during that time of year. As a child my favorite holiday was the celebration of the New Year. It always felt as if the world was beginning another chance to correct itself. Everyone was always so optimistic and determined to do things right with their new year.

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R&R | Owen & Edmund (October 23rd Dusk)

[edmundnecromancer]

Edmund had strolled in wanting to shake the chill off. The night had brought a fine mist that seemed to ride the shirttails of twilight. His dark suit was dampened by the micro rain which left him in a slightly sour mood; however, the moment the smell of ground coffee struck his temperament changed. While his first instinct was to acquire some liquid which scent lofted in the air his plans changed the moment he saw resident fairy do-gooder sitting at the bar. He approached taking the seat adjacent to the man and forced a smile that mirrored the others. He wondered if underneath Owen’s smile there was contempt. Resting his hand on lacquered bar Edmund raised his eyebrows before replied. “Lovely wouldn’t be my choice of words. However, it’s as good as any other. So tell me Owen what has you in such a jovial mood. Did you save a litter of baby seals from being clubbed, or erect an orphanage for the Ward’s down trodden and unwanted children?”   

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Almost immediately after he opened his mouth, Owen realized to whom he'd spoken. Without faltering he continued to smile and put up a pretense of being happy to see the witch before him. Chuckling politely, he shrugged his shoulders as if the words hadn't been meant as a slight and returned the joke. "The seals and orphanages were last week." Before answering fully, he lifted his glass once more to his lips and took another sip of the cool drink that warmed his body. "Today there was another debate on gay rights. I've managed to sway two of the more stubborn council members who fight against the motion. I don't see that it's any of our business deciding who can marry whom, but apparently the decision is up to us. Hopefully we can turn it so that it's up to them." The faerie had to stop himself before he launched into a full political speech. Smiling politely and still high on his present win, he decided to take a chance with the conversation. "What have you been up to of late Edmund? I haven't seen you around in a while."

[owen-sanford]

R&R | Owen & Open

After a full day of arguing and promoting his most recent sub-cause, it was definitely time for a drink. A smile spread across the fairie's face as he reflected on the huge win he'd had earlier in the day. Even if it wasn't quite a law yet, equality was sneaking its way into the hearts of millions in the form of gay rights. Leaning back in the comfortable chair he'd chosen, Owen looked around him to survey the evening's variety in the shop. He'd decided to sit at the bar that night, feeling like a bit of change from his regular corner booth. It wasn't often that he had the opportunity to socialize outside of work lately, and he felt that that needed to change. Tipping back his glass and relishing the taste of the cool amber liquid as it slipped down his throat, he smiled at the first person who happened to catch his eye. "Lovely night tonight, don't you think?"

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[owen-sanford]

4bstract-elegance:

Eddie Redmayne (“The Theory of Everything” Press Tour)

[owen-sanford]

Owen Sanford ❖FC: Eddie Redmayne❖ Faerie (Water) ❖ Age: 27/301 ❖TAKEN

❖ Job: DC Council Member Ward 1 ❖ Housing: Townhouse in Kalorama ❖ Position: Advisor

+ Enthusiastic, Caring, Understanding - Big-thinking, Opinionated, Soft-Hearted

Owen was the youngest of 3 children born to his parents. His father was the Faerie leader of their Council, and as such, Owen was expected to stick to their old ways. However, Owen had a soft heart and couldn’t watch when their servants were punished, or an animal was killed. He felt connected to everything, and felt miserable when he saw someone or something hurting. Owen’s father tried to pull the boy out of it, and tried to make him braver and stronger, but Owen’s resistance continued. In his teens he learned to be able to hide his dismay, but then the family moved to The Americas. The conditions were worse than anywhere else. There, Owen saw slaves treated as less than humans, and women treated only marginally better. The country had just staggered to its feet, victorious over the tyranny of England, but still they treated their slaves no better. 

Owen tried to understand, he really did. He spent years as an envoy between the first presidents and the Fae under the guise of the Masons. However, nothing could shake him from the feeling that all of this was wrong. Against his father’s wishes, he went West, and carved out a small farm at the edge of a lake. He lived by himself for many, many years, until a passing Shifter told him about the current state of the world. The Fae council had finally brought some semblance of order to the Fae, and the Humans were actually fighting for equal rights for all. Owen came back, and his mother welcomed him with open arms. His father had died a few years prior, but no one had known where Owen was. He begged for forgiveness at his father’s gravestone, but knew that there was nothing he could do to make the man proud now. His oldest brother had always thought that Owen was right for thinking the way he did, but had been too scared of their father’s wrath to say anything. Now, he stood behind the youngest son as they tried to make a go at the Faerie Leader’s seat.

Owen was defeated by a large margin, and Séraphine Proulx, who believed in the Old World customs won the seat. Owen took the next best thing, which was a lower seat in the Lodge, but quickly took his passion for equality to the Humans. He became a Council Member of the Human government of DC, and started speaking loudly about Human Rights and Equality. His name made waves, as did his pictures. He had a charm about him, and was a media darling, but nothing could shake his worry that Séraphine was going to run the Fae world over the Humans and make them slaves. He tries to keep a close eye on her, and often offers his opinion, but she often ignores him, and has more than once tried to get him kicked out of his seat on the Lodge. He presses on, however, holding rallies and campaigning for equality for everyone, including the Humans themselves.

Personality:

Owen cares for everything. In fact, so much so that he’s been a vegan for years. He just wants everyone to be equal and treat each other with the respect that they all deserve. He’s not so blind as to not see that criminals need to be punished and people eat meat, but he does believe that all of these things can be done humanely, and that the entire world could live at peace, were it not for a few greedy people. He doesn’t live lavishly, he walks almost everywhere, and over all is a very down to earth guy. He’s sweet and can be quite funny, but only to those whom he trusts. He is outspoken when it comes to equality, and can and will talk about the subject for hours.

Connections:

❖Chanda Kapoor: Owen enjoys Chanda’s company. The young Witch is very beautiful, and is very good at making him smile. He is fully aware that he bores her sometimes, but he’s trying very hard to find something about his cause that interests her. He helps her out as much as he can without being obvious, and hopes that one day she’ll take up her talent in the name of his cause.

❖Ghaliya Nagi: They are both passionate about equal rights for all, including Humans. She helped raise funds for his campaign and has been a huge support for him throughout his career, not just as a backer, but as a friend. 

❖Edmund Jernigan: Owen trusts Edmund about as far as he can throw the Necromancer. He’s not dumb enough to believe that the Witch wouldn’t out every single Fae in the city if it meant saving his own hide, but he has to be polite with the other man, and does so with a smile on his face, having long ago mastered the art of hiding his disgust.