When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes were full of feral amusement, a carelessness that spoke of a world where there was no human Law. He seemed to bring the wildness of Faerie into the room with him: a cold, sweet magic that was nevertheless a bitter at the roots.The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not?He held out a hand to her, half-beckoning, half-offering.Why lie? he said.