Amos grimaces. "Ah, fae...it's a group term, where I'm from, covers elves, faeries, unseelie, brownies, the like. I just figured you were an elf, from the ears, but I'm not sure which sort? So I just went with fae to cover all my bases."

Obviously his mistake, and Amos hopes Koltira won't take offense and decide to kill him. Amos really, really likes not being dead. He shifts his weight a little, nervously. He's not met very many supernatural creatures with a lot of patience.