Her expression of thanks was met with a small smirk and a nod. Maybe he'd been partially showing off his strength there, but it wasn't meant to make her feel embarrassed. Not really, anyway. He didn't know how strong faeries were. Maybe they had super strength, too, and this one was just hiding that. Or maybe not. The only thing he had to judge by was the fact that she was a petite young woman who'd struggled and failed to get the shelf moved.
"I could've used the word ass," Elliot pointed out, his amusement clear in his voice. At least she didn't sound too offended. If she had, he would've backed off. Probably. The girls who played along with his antics were more fun.
Vampires got the worst of the nicknames, in his opinion, but he wasn't going to stand there and argue with her about it. Tinkerbell was an amusing and appropriate name for Rae, but he wasn't going to put forth some of the things he'd been called. That would only be giving her names to call him. "Well, if you're going to get all bent out of shape over me calling you the name of one of the most famous fairies ever, I guess I can use your actual name." 'Bent out of shape' was a massive overstatement, however, since Rae was clearly anything but that.
Elliot laughed when she called him on out on being a silent creeper. "That's not bad manners. That's just being creepy," was his teasing defense. "It's not my fault you didn't notice I was here. No wonder that hunter was able to sneak up on you. Not exactly the most observant faerie."
Lifting his shoulders in a shrug, Elliot countered her innuendo with another clever remark. "Wouldn't I like to know if all faeries have high, feminine voices? Yeah, I would," he smirked cheekily.
"Swedish isn't an accent I hear often around here, so it'll definitely stick in my mind." If her intent was to be memorable, she'd succeeded. Wouldn't be easy to let Rae slip from his memory. Elliot watched her get a little more comfortable on the ground, and he arched a playful eyebrow. "You're getting filthy sitting down there, you know? And in such nice clothes, too."
Quick-witted. Always a plus. Elliot laughed at her response about the fictional cereal rivalry. "True. Plus I always thought he was a little too fruity."
Elliot arched an eyebrow and shrugged a shoulder at her show of logic. "The same could be said of celebrities and people too concerned with fashion who go out wearing next to nothing in the winter time. Of course, some of those people are vampires, but you know. Point still stands." He listened as she listed the other reasons she had of suspecting he was a vampire. "Well, congratulations, Miss Marple. You spotted yourself a vampire." He smiled, flashing fangs.