Eliza
The Fae pressed her lips together and scrunched her nose slightly in a smile she tried and failed horribly to hide. To make matters worse (or maybe better?), he winked at her, drawing a hint of red to her cheeks.
“Yes,” she answered with a small nod of confirmation. “Well, I suppose so?” Her eyes narrowed at him, brows drawing closer together. “How old can your people live to be?”
It wasn’t exactly as though she was overly familiar with people like Remi, but she was pretty sure that the Fae were longest living people. At least that she knew of. They weren’t the most social race, so she didn’t have too much to base that assumption on.
