"That would explain it," Gabrijel said with a little nod. The corners of his mouth flicked upwards and he slid the satyr a grin. "You sound like a teacher." It wasn't said with any malice and wasn't meant in a bad way. Gabry had quite liked some of his tutors, even if he hadn't always been a fan of sitting down and book learning.
A keen sort of interest crossed his sharp features as Harlow explained about the book he held. "Well I'll definitely have to read it then. I find it so strange that humans want to paint us all as cheerful pixies." Pixies were only a small subset of faerie creatures, for one thing, and a lot of pixies weren't all sunshine and rainbows.
"I do like a happy ending. Most of the time." Gabrijel was, at heart, a romantic. Although as a theatre lover, he did enjoy some drama of the fictional kind. Sometimes the most grim and twisted stories could be the most interesting from a theatrical perspective.
"Americans," he echoed, and looked blank for a moment, for he hadn't yet started to truly study the mortal world. At least not beyond Ireland and the surrounding countries. That his advisors insisted he needed to learn about, and rightly so. "That's... across an ocean?"