He smiled, and then brought up his right hand, the flamethrower already hissing from the pre-lighter on the end. "And I had been quite serious about coming back to spend time before. Sadly, I find myself less likely now.<br/><br/>Will you move both yourself and yours aside ma'am? Or shall I and my company be as rude and crude as the Fae think humans are?"<br/><br/>His form shimmered as if the blur spell had gone off, but in reality it was a displacement spell instead, as he stepped to the side slightly as his illusion sprang up. He was outside the actual webbing, so she shouldn't be entirely sure of where he was, and he was ready to pull the trigger at the slightest offer of a reason. He also was ready to summon the machine gun, though using the iron slugs was likely a bad idea here in Nevermere, but if the choice was death or use the gun, he would use the gun.