"Cousin," Finn replied with a smile that was warm and welcoming if slightly amused. This young man reminded him of their kinship. It was the courteous way, the courtly way, the civilised way by which they dealt with each other when testing an unknown temper. "Such formality," he said. "From the Court, are you? Ah, it's been a while..." His eyes closed in nostalgic reminiscence.
Finn fixed the other Sidhe with a gaze that bordered on predatory, but there was no ill will there. It was a raptor's gaze: alert, watchful and curious. "Do they still know me there, I wonder..." he mused. And to Arfaron: "Tell me, do you know me?"