You like me? I am most touched to hear those words.

[ He offers a kind smile in return as he keeps digging through the shoes. No, no. Why give this pile without allowing him to find what he could trade to receive his heeled one? ]

I met a few. They're all the same, however. [ A beat. ] You think that I am mad? Have you truly not met any faeries? I suppose that you do not live by the wood. Have people really started to believe they do not exist?