She had not meant to get underfoot when she set up her morning tea, but she could see his manors had not improved. She looked up to the Sidhe with a perfectly straight face. "You know the kitsune answer to no fae, least of all the sidhe." She made the comment out of the blue.
"But if you must know I am enjoying my owning tea, would you like some?" She asked as she started to pour him a cup. "It is an Indian blend, I find I like them better then the Japanese blends." She said as if he had asked and they were having a normal conversation. She also made sure to look at him, and made no comment on his odd color.
She almost smiled when she saw he had tried to glamour himself into a more normal color, but she kept her expression like stone. This made the prank better. The magic in the seeds she had used would eat away at his glamour until it was no more, but this did confirm one thing in the kitsune's mind. There were few sidhe with power enough for such a strong spell, this confirmed the rumors on who he really was were true.