"Stop playing games with me, you fucking excuse for a faerie!" Handy snarled. For all their resemblances to bug ponies, his first impression of the changelings was unlikely to change. "Tell me the truth. And... where do I know you from?" he asked. Its ear flicked twice this time, its expression still stoic and unchanging. There were a few flashes from the pendant, and the changeling let out a short sigh. With a shifting noise, the eye covers retracted into barely perceptible slips in its skin, revealing its eyes.