He smiled slightly as he saw her staring at her work, but not actually seeing it. He knew that she was ruminating over what had just occurred. Clever little thing that she was, she would not let it pass without a thought, unlike the other girls and women that she worked with. He did not particularly care about this, but there was one small problem: she held the desire, but not the belief. And belief was everything. It opened all sorts of doors. It would open even more for her, if she would just begin to believe.

Cleverness paired with the Fae food now coursing through her veins were what allowed her this heightened sense of something being... out of place. He stood, placing the crystal down on the seat of his throne, and began to stride about the small, yet homely (at least to him) throne room. His legs needed stretching, and his mind needed clearing. But he knew that he could never fully banish that girl from his thoughts; no, she had slowly but surely pervaded all his waking (and even sleeping) hours. She was like a drug to him, what kept him moving, what kept him despairing. For even as he desired to truly be in her presence, free of all disguise and deception, and she desired the same (even if she, with her pesky disbelief, did not know it), she was possessing of one annoyingly mortal aspect.

Common sense.

He himself could afford to be brash, could afford to take risks every now and then. And because he could, he did. She, on the other hand, was fully aware of her mortality, and even worse, the mortality of those around her. Not one to be absorbed with herself and her dreams, no; it was something that he found to be both endearing and frustrating at the same time. Even as she held her dreams close, she held those around her even closer. And in doing so, she drove yet another wedge between her and the Goblin King.