A nod. "Apologies," he said with at least 75% sincerity. "I haven't had to explain us before. There are only dark, horrible, twisted tales of the fae beyond the great wall separating humans from us." Rhysand looked to his right hand and inspected some of the jewelry upon his fingers.
"There are six courts within Prythian, each on a segment of land reflecting their characteristic or theme, as it were. I am of the Night Court, my home resides in the vale of mountains and a constant midnight. Another court, we'll say, of Autumn resides within the forest and seems constantly caught in the fall air." He shifted again, moving his legs to extend straight out and cross lazily at the ankle.
"High Lord is the term used for the highest ranked in the court. I'm sorry for defeating your guessing game--I am high fae, my courtiers are simply fae. They do not possess the magical skill or power that the high fae--High Lords--possess." His gaze finally found Max and he did not seem so menacing despite the darkness in the dim candle-lit apartment space. Rhysand's voice rang honest in his words, as well.