There's something predatory about how he says it. It's like a cat who found a mouse, overjoyed with the thought alone. "Why, hello there!"
And fae froze, for numerous reasons. Slowly, fae looked at him. The book in faers hands felt like it was throbbing along to faers rushing heart beat. The drums could have signaled the end times. There should have been fangs in his smile.
"Shy, are we?" So the old sleaze closed the distance, while fae was too paralyzed and red faces to do much of a thing about it. "Well, introductions are in order. I'm that Simon Fairchild I'm sure you've heard about by now. You are?"
He hesitated, only a light sound coming from that shaking youth. For a moment, he wondered if he'd accidentally whisked them someplace else. Yet, he scanned the area half-heartedly. There was no sky to cause such fear.
A cheeky grin plastered itself on his face as it hit him though. Fae looked away, red positively creeping down faers neck. "I understand."
"You what?" Fae practically blurted it out; a bird hurriedly escaping its gilded cage.
"You're smitten with me already? I see I've still got it, even a few centuries down the line!" That chuckle made faers heart beat into faers throat, only to melt into something sickly sweet.
"I, uh..." Fae held the book out. "Please just take your book, sir."
Simon practically purred, "sir? I could get used to that."
Not waiting, fae shoved the book into his waiting hands. "I have to go!"
He did take it, watching the scarved thing scamper off. It was like a wolf watching a rabbit, only staring as it hopped away. That mirthful look didn't leave him, not even when fae was well and gone. "Now if that wasn't refreshing..."