"I'd argue that you have yourself to blame," Rae pointed out with vague amusement. "I didn't provoke him to chase you, you did that all on your own." Her hand found her hip, which jutted out in an amused but indignant pose. She shrugged one shoulder, tilted her head and pouted her lip in a shrug. "But, you know, if it's easier to blame me, you can go ahead and keep on doing that. I can't stop you."
Tinkerbell. Rae's expression turned to complete indignation right then. Frickin' Tinkerbell ruined the image of faeries. "Do I look like I'm freaking glowing?" she asked, holding her arms out in a 'look me over' gesture. "I'm not glowing and I don't have poofy magic dust, so..." she rolled her eyes when he clapped his hands. "Sorry. Nope. Didn't work. Still tired as hell, and now I'm aggravated at a certain Clever McWitpants."
An eyebrow raised and Rae rolled her eyes. "Oh, that one's original. Last time I heard that was fifth grade. R-A-E. Which, yes, is a woman's name." The annoyance was not as poignant as Rae probably would have liked it to be, the amusement peppered into it probably did that in. "Though I do know a male fae named Ash."
Another activity that requires a great expenditure of energy. Rae raised both eyebrows in surprise. Had he really... just propositioned her? Was she assuming too much? She did that sometimes. Just because she was a pretty girl didn't mean that every man was propositioning her. But the way he smirked... she placed a hand on her hip again and shook her head. "Safe assumption," she said, her tone lacking as much bite as she wanted it to. "All right. Guessing game it is."
Another shrug. "Hey, to me you're tall. You could very well be a completely shaven Sasquatch, for all I know," she said, the grin coming back to her face. "But all right, if you're not Sasquatch, are you an alien? A martian? That counts, doesn't it?" she asked him, eyes dancing. He wasn't the only one who could tease.