The fairy is gently plaiting a lock of Victoria's hair, in fact. She shrugs her shoulder, like a horse trying to twitch off a fly, but the damn thing has no interest in going anywhere.

Resigned to that, she raises her eyebrows just a little bit at Tobias's question. "I wouldn't want to speak for you, Tobias, but I find it all very fascinating. The sort of thing that makes you wonder if Yeats wasn't on to something."

She tilts her head slightly as she speaks, seemingly unconscious of the motion, and the fact that it makes her hair fall back slightly and expose just a bit more of her throat.