He took a deep breath, before leaning forward toward Flute with a forced, frozen smile on his face that was closer to a grimace than anything else. "She works for the god I am a champion of. I asked her to come and make sure you are who I think you might be so I don't have to kill my daughter. Her being here is a big risk for her and I owe her a major favor for this. Now, I am going to head over to the chair, and I am going to let you decide to be a responsible divine being rather than a spoiled child, and now that you have had your joke, ha ha ha, you will comply with the spirit of the agreement rather than the letter."<br/><br/>He then leaned back, gave her a small nod, and headed to a chair on one side of the room. He sat down, keeping himself in control, and managed to not do something melodramatic like pulling out his cold iron dagger and begin sharpening it. It was uncomfortable to hold, as he grew into the job, but he knew that if he needed to make a point with a Fae, just having it on him would be far better than drawing it. Of course, it was his job to have a tool for any threat to the Court, so no one had called him out on it. Yet.