"Um, no, I'm not." It was strange to Quentin that he could be honest about such things here. His whole lifetime he'd been barred from telling such things to humans, even the human he'd shortly dated.
"I'm Daoine Sidhe. Fae." He paused before continuing with the rest of his story, which he wasn't supposed to tell back home because of his blind fosterage. "My father is the High King of the Westlands. Which is...well, North America to humans. I'm his heir."