Fionn's eyes flashed dangerously as he whipped around, his right fist clenched. His mind became immediately focused, and the fist began to glow faintly.<br/><br/>"Fenris," he said, practically spitting the word from his mouth. He did not trust goblins of any kind, and Fenris was one of the least trustworthy of all of the creatures. He had gained his power through less than admirable means, and Fionn had no reason to believe his presence was a simple good evening. He had encountered the Goblin King during his numerous travels, and the two had not been cordial then. Time had not cooled the Seelie guard's distaste for him. "I would advise you to show yourself, Sire; I almost killed you." His mind remained focused, his hand continued to glow.<br/><br/>When the Princess spoke, it was all Fionn could do to keep his jaw from hitting the dirt path. The Princess voluntarily trusting this... this... animal? He leaned over, so that his lips were mere millimeters from her ear. "M'lady," he whispered, in a tone discernable only to her ear, "You cannot trust Fenris; he has betrayed and killed countless of his own, what's to stop him from betraying your trust as well?"