He grinned and poked her in the ribs, before pulling her around and into his lap. "So you say, but they are 'spreading,' as you put it, as fast as the twelve bored ones can. That is all that has left, and your reputation of 'thievery and harmless, humourous fun' is not to the person whose life savings just vanished because an item vanished that they needed. There are just as many cultures out there that think your kind are demons, if not worse, and there are a few, as that treat you as harmless troublemakers. Your reputation is like that of a dragon. Dependent on who you talk to, and whether they think you are there to hurt them or not. I will admit mine are doing mischeif, which is why they are being tracked by a squad of constructs to let them know to come home immediately, and failure to comply means being a dretch for a century.<br/><br/>Most are staying home and are busy learning what they can do, enjoying the new neighbors, and in general relaxing. So I will forgive you for claiming 'twisted ends' this time, as I did when your 'harmless prank' involved stealing a pendant of regeneration from me for one of my mortals who needed it. And while I have no complaints about the end result, since your lusciousness IS in my lap, but I really would have preferred a request for help."