"Perhaps you have, but they've never told you. Females of any species, particularly the very beautiful ones, can be terrifying to a male. They may want all manner of things, from the innocent to the not so much, but to voice it? The fear can bind them in place. So perhaps you have, but they weren't able to admit it. I, for one, have no such terror holding my tongue in place, and am perfectly fine both telling you that I'd like that, and being told you're not comfortable with it. Yet. I'm patient, Sansa. I'm an old creature and I am capable of waiting longer for something worth the wait."

He poured himself a cup and sipped slowly. Some part of him wanted to keep her here. Either here in Underhill, or in the human Earth, where he could show her marvels of what the world could be. To not let her starve and shiver and be around men that would take a knife to their wedded partner. But he could hear the duty in her voice. The tone that spoke of her protectiveness of her people. He got like that with his staff in the hospitals he worked. When it got too intense, he picked up and left before he did something foolish like lay a claim to the land and take ownership of the people that were his. He could- any sidhe could, but the humans weren't ready for that kind of introduction to a species they'd forgotten about.

So he hid. And hiding had landed him here. With a woman who he had a feeling if given the choice, would insist on returning to her land. So where did that leave him?