Sam refused to be anyone's pony. He refused to be anyone's toy, even if the damn little people were adorable in their sickeningly happy way. He hmphed softly and shook his head as a few of the elves gave him a hopeful look. Damn the fairy and their tricks.
"Nope." It was a lie. He didn't care that he was lying, but he really didn't want to owe a favor to someone he didn't know. Certainly not someone who disliked the happy types. And, definitely not someone who had magic. Fairies were magical, and magic could turn around and bite a guy in the ass.
"How long you been with the traveling show?" He'd smelled that smell before. He'd possibly seen this fairy, just glimpses. There was another smell there, a memory of something he knew he'd smelled.
Sam was definitely trying to change the subject. He wasn't sure how the fairy would know who to look for, and the ideas of the how weren't all that comforting.