Watching in surprise when he crossed the room and easily pushed the shelf in front of the door, Rae lowered her head and her cheeks turned a bit pink. She'd just tried how hard, for how long, to do that? "Thanks," she murmured. Because if they did manage to get in there? He'd probably just book it and she'd be completely helpless to stop them. So, having that barricade... was a comfort, beyond what she could properly express.
She snorted a laugh at the "faerie butt" comment. "Eloquent," she said derisively, but the smirk on her face belied any bite in her tone. She crossed her legs at the ankle and made a face at the feeling of the gravel under her legs.
She nodded her agreement with his assessment of the names she could be called. "That's true," she agreed. Faeries were just as susceptible to cruel nicknames as other species of being. "In that case, feel free to continue calling me Tinkerbell. Though you're just as welcome to use my actual name. Because, you know, it's my actual name and everything," she half-smiled.
She was unable to suppress a small laugh at the "Wetpants" comment, and she ducked her head in amusement. "Touche. I could've done better but I was on the spot," she told him as she peered back up at him. "Bad manners?" she asked, raising her head and cocking her head to the side, the grin still not leaving her face. "You want to talk to me about bad manners, Eli Corner Creeper, watching me while I tried to ready the room to hide in?" she asked him.
Eyebrows raising in surprise when he started his statement, Rae was about to call him brazen, when he spoke up and finished his sentence. Her lips curled up involuntarily and she shrugged a shoulder. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows once.
Rae slid herself back to lean sideways against the nearest pillar, moving her wings out of the way and glancing up at him when he cast aside her joke aside. "Fair enough," she said, conceding his point. "I mostly wanted to use it as a chance to show off my Swedish accent, though. So mission: accomplished," she winked and leaned her head back.
"Not likely," Rae shook her head no, without missing a beat. "I know Frankenberry. We rolled together in high school. The Frankenberry-Count Chocula rivalry is way too heavy for that. He wouldn't be caught dead hocking cereal with you, Count. Sorry to disappoint," she said playfully. "Besides, why would you want to? He's kind of a dick."
She laughed and shook her head no. "It wasn't the clothes. Though now that you mention it, who wears a heavy leather jacket on the warmest day of the year other than a vampire?" she asked with a grin. "It was a few things, actually. When I came in, I didn't see or hear anything. This is a really quiet basement, so I'd have at least heard breathing if you were most anything else. Also, your hand was cold when you touched my wing. And you're pale. So, yeah. Maybe most anyone else would've been fooled, but not me," she offered.