Sam continued to hum along to the music, although he was waiting for it to get old. The damn music could get old very quickly. He hummed a few more bars of that wassling song, or whatever the hell it was. All caroling or humming stopped when the somewhat familiar smell brought him to an angry man and many giggling little men, and possibly women...people.
His head tilted as he worked through this one. The little ones were insisting the taller one partake in their seasons greetings, but he was having none of it. The fact that the taller one seemed to smell much like the little ones, sort of. Sam's eyes narrowed, and finally the scent kicked in.
"Shit."
Fairies could be dangerous. He had no idea bout the little people; reminded him of the Keebler elves. He smirked at the thought, but he didn't push it. He just stepped forward and coughed softly. He didn't say anything more.
He knew he should walk away. Fairies were trouble; what he had heard of them anyway. Hell, anything outside himself could be trouble, and sometimes he was trouble all on his own. He knew that he was asking for it all by just putting himself out there to be noticed.