Dustfiner blinked. "No, no. The faeries are nice, usually. Not all of them. Most of them are deceitful little twats, nice enough to your face." He nodded, though he wasn't trying to cover his tracks at all. "And goblins, well. They've plenty to teach a man, I suppose."
He gave a shake of his head as Gwin moved from one side to the other along Dustfinger's neck. "Your hair. How does your hair turn color like that?"