"You're Irish." She says, surprise colouring her lilt, a twin to his own. She pauses in place when the chill hits her, closing her eyes and letting the blessed coolness caress her body. Still, this was about proper respect. Opening her eyes and giving him a smile that would have scared any mortal to the bone, the strange Fae found himself surrounded by a circle of fire, near to chest high, but he was still able to see her. "It's not about this place. You know that. It's the hierarchy we were born into. That all Fae were born into. If you're thinking I owe you my allegiance simply because you were at the circus first Darling, you're going to be sadly dissapointed."