His brows scrunched when she beeped his nose, but the smile remained. "There aren't many of us old guys around, from what I hear; one of my friends is here, he tends to keep tabs on everyone. I was more talking about when my people believed in me. It makes things easier. That's what gives a god power, after all. Back home, I could barely change shape, for all my people needed me. The energy here is heavier. Nice," He shrugged, finally moving away from her hand so he could look at her.
"So, you told me you were a fairy. But your father was a god? Or simply very old?"