"Oh, well thank you for your permission. I will keep blaming you," he said with a dark-humored smile. After all, Elliot wasn't about to tell her he'd been out alone hunting while being hunted by a hunter. Even the weakest of vampires didn't like to admit to that kind of foolishness.
He chuckled at her reaction to being called Tinkerbell. For all he knew, all faeries were like Tinkerbell. All blonde and full of bratty attitude. Much like this particular faerie he was talking to right now. "You're not glowing right this second, no, and for all I know, you're hiding your poofy magic dust."
An eyebrow arched at the name she called him. "Clever McWitpants? Ugh, that's a terrible name, if you were trying to be clever yourself."
Elliot smirked. "Well, Rae, it still sounds like a man's name to me. And probably to a lot of other people. Names like Rae and Ash definitely don't give much credence to faeries not having gender-backwards names." Not that he cared in the slightest. Nor did Rae, judging from the note of humor he detected in her voice when she responded.
Vampires, especially hungry ones like Elliot, were known to be more straightforward about their desires, whether it was food or sex. Oftentimes both of those things went hand-in-hand. The technique worked easily on human women, given that he could control their minds to a certain degree. Obviously the same couldn't be said for female faeries, which was mildly disappointing. Rae was certainly easy on the eyes.
In response to her show of offense, Elliot lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug. Never hurt to try. And besides, there was still some potential for fun with the guessing game. Even if she did call him offensive things like Sasquatch.
"Not an alien; I've lived in this country my whole life," he teased. "Not a martian, either. My head and eyes aren't abnormally large. I could also be picky and count those as two separate guesses, but I'll let it go this time." He smirked. "Last guess, Tinkerbell."