"Well, now. If you want to put it that way," Finn said lightly, but it was clear all the same that he was not entirely pleased with Arfaron's course of reasoning. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a young lad looking for a fight. Still, it was early days. He wasn't ready to starting worrying yet, but he would most certainly keep an eye on the boy.
And he thought that Arfaron, equally, was testing him, trying to find his measure. There could be no other reason why the young lord would be so bold with his questions... or perhaps it was only that he was so young, after all. Time was, one didn't ask such blunt questions of a sidhe who, on principle, detested being put on the spot with no graceful way to retreat except by lying which was anathema. But, oh, Finn could dodge a question with the best of them, and his answer was polite and meaningless. "I live here, boy," he laughed, which was entirely true but told Arfaron nothing of his reasons. In truth, he had no real reason beyond whim. He had no one to please these days but himself, after all. And he had always enjoyed the company of humans. He had been used to taking it on his own terms, and when Henry had presented him with this crazy idea of his, Finn had thought that it might be something to see, something to experience, to come at the thing from the other side, to immerse himself into their world.
"To be reasonable," Finn continued, "you've come to me, so I ought to be asking you that question. But I'm not curious. 'To study' is answer enough." And though his genial expression never changed, nor the light and easy tone of his voice, some quality in his next statement let Arfaron know he was being given a warning. "Only give me no cause to become curious," Finnbhearra said, and it was unquestionably a king who spoke, wherever he happened to make his kingdom - under the secret hills of the Tuatha De, or within stone and brick halls across a vast ocean.