"Well that's a shame, I hate that feeling," she said, her current face pursed her lips sympathetically. Dimly, she was aware that toying with someone she knew not at all wasn't entirely nice. Maybe it was the natural tension between Fae and Vampires that drove her too it, but she particularly enjoyed prodding them when she could. He was being a good sport, though.
She was about to drop the act, reveal herself and make a proper introduction when he dropped his manners. Delia tipped her head back, seized by delight and a peal of laughter. It was quite taboo, asking a supernatural creature what they were so directly. "A fellow employee. A traveler a long way from home. And someone who noticed you looking rather cross. Isn't that enough?" Probably not.
Tempted to double the Scottish vampire, she decided against it when she saw the children still watching, making their skipping way towards the Gingerbread house. She wiggled her fingers at them - and was suddenly a blue-eyed, freckled redhead a little too graceful to be entirely human, to anyone educated in the traits of the faefolk. Two of them squealed with a naive glee. "Kids. We should all be so easy to make happy." Delia shrugged, then gave her attention to the vampire. She held out a hand. "I'm Delia."