A growl of frustration rumbled in his throat. At least five hunters. Fucking perfect. "Awesome," he grumbled curtly, only half-listening as the faerie explained how the first hunter had spotted her. He snorted when she said she magicked him into a sewer, his aggravation melting just as easily back into amusement. "So, basically, I have you to blame for me being cornered down here? Thanks a lot, faerie."
Elliot grinned in the face of the faerie's own irritation, which was momentarily directed at him as well as the hunter. "Hey, I'm no faerie expert. You're the first one I've ever met, Tinkerbell. For all I know, all someone has to do is clap their hands and you're re-energized." To demonstrate, the vampire did just that. Clapped his hands. Mockingly, but not entirely in a mean way.
He arched an eyebrow when she gave her name. "Rae. Isn't that a man's name? Unless faerie folk do things differently. Females with names like Rae and Gordon, males with names like Sarah and Jasmine."
Chuckling at her reaction, Elliot bobbed his head in a nod. "There aren't too many options to choose from when it comes to passing the time, and if those hunters are out there, I'm pretty sure we'll be here for a while. So, it's either the guessing game, a quiet staring contest, or another activity that requires a great expenditure of energy." He canted his head to one side, smirking lightly. "And since you claim to be exhausted already, I'm gonna assume you wouldn't be interested in that latter option."
Elliot's eyebrows rose when Rae suddenly grinned, and even more so when those wings began to glow. Interesting. His brows dropped back down when she suggested that he was Sasquatch. His initial response was to be annoyed, but the absurdity of her first guess made him laugh. He shook his head. "You're ice cold, doll. I'm not nearly hairy or tall enough to be Sasquatch. Two more guesses."