Elliot grinned, not worried in the slightest that the group of hunters would be able to find them down here. Just to be absolutely sure, though, he strode away from Rae and over to the door, easily pushing the large wooden shelf in front of it to form a barricade. It wouldn't keep the hunters out if they were really intent on checking out this basement, but it would slow them down a bit. Not that Elliot was worried or anything. No, not at all.
He turned and walked back over to where Rae had seated herself on the floor. "Not my basement," he said with a shrug. "You can sit wherever your faerie butt wants to sit."
His brows twitched in amusement when she further asserted that she didn't glow, and he chuckled at the comment she made about faerie dust. "You could be called a lot worse than Tinkerbell, Faerie Girl," he replied shortly, and left it at that. She didn't yet know what he was, nor did he intend on giving her examples of all the names he'd been called before.
"More original, maybe. Better? No. Witpants sounds more like you're saying Wetpants, which is an even worse name to call someone, so," he crossed his arms and smirked down at her, "Mr. Rae of the Boy's Name, don't make up crappy names for someone you've just met. It's bad manners."
Elliot laughed once when Rae insisted that she wasn't a man. "Oh, I believe you. Kind of hard not to notice..." He paused long enough to make his words seem like it meant something else, before he added, "the sound of your voice. Unless all faeries have high, feminine voices like you do."
"Not entirely risky," he replied, returning the smile upon hearing the accent. "More risky if I'd bitched about illegal aliens sneaking into the country, but I didn't. Innocent immigration joke that you chose to interpret in that way."
He arched an eyebrow when she called him Count Chocula. "Ooh, cereal joke. Now that's risky, Faerie Girl. For all you know, me and my buddy Franken Berry hang out in grocery stores trying to sell people cereal."
"So what gave it away?" He asked, nodding at her. Folding his arms across his chest, he leaned against one of the pillars again. "Was it the clothes? It was the clothes, right? Because obviously all vampires walk around wearing leather jackets."