Mine. Another voice says from behind Lucas. A man of sorts, tall and muscular, with a green tint to his skin, hair and eyes like clover stepped into view. Isn't that true Heather, my dear? The woman slips to the floor, on both knees. Selene's eyes harden at the sight of him, a dangerous hint of what she thought of him if she was this close to breaking the club's neutrality. I think you should introduce us, pet. The man says to Selene as if he expected her to join the girl on the floor.<br/><br/>"Lucas Carpenter, Knight of the Sword Fides." Selene said with a soft voice that reminded Lucas of the wind of a summer night before the onslaught of a storm. "Lord Greentree of the Summer Courts." Greentree smirks at her disconfort, clearly trying to get more out of her. "Take care Lucas, he's the inspiration for the Green Knight that Sir Gawain faced in stories.<br/><br/>Touche my dear, and you should take care with her Knight, she's more than she lets the world see. Selene's furious gaze stops him, clearly there was limits to what he could say about her. We'll resume our discourse when you are done with your dalliance with the Knight.  With a mocking half bow to Lucas, the faerie withdraws, gesturing for Heather to follow him.<br/><br/>Selene takes another sip of her drink as she tries to calm down, letting the crowd put distance between her and the faerie lord. The air in the area was as if some disaster had nearly been avoided.<br/><br/>"Sins of my past, revisiting where they can." She says. "Did she give you a location? I can arrange transportation."