He stared at Erato as she spoke, seeming genuinely confused. "That's what we do.  For the good ones, any way. If you're a bad host, we'll break the windows, and set the thatch on fire. The<em>really</em>bad ones, we tell the Red Caps about.  You would not like them." Because Cael found it hard to understand how anyone could like those sociopathic freaks, always dipping their hats into the blood of those they killed. I mean, really, that is just so uncouth!<br/><br/>"And we do it because they offer us nice things, which makes us happy."  He concludes with a firm nod of the head, as if things could possibly be that simple.<br/><br/>And you know what? At least from his perspective, that's how it was. It really, truly seemed to be that simple. Whether all of his kind saw it his way or not remains to be seen, but their should be no room to doubt his sincerity here.<br/><br/>"Oh, and some times, we serve in the fastholds of the Gentry, but..." and then he was told to hold it. He did exactly that, the only movement coming from him being the occasional twitch of a wing, and the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.