The Fae man was just about to rage and start using magic, when the Elf dropped the barrier and his face went a shade of pale green that Wolfe could only associate with an intense urge to vomit.
"Your Majesty, when did you arrive in this world?" The Fae asked pitifully.
"I arrived with the first batch, to keep an eye on the Royal Demons. I must say, you have an interesting idea of how things work here. Did you honestly expect the Magi to turn over a fluffy creature to you just because you demanded it? And making demands and threats in his own office is much more brave than I had expected from you when I read the application." The Elf replied.
Wolfe wasn't sure if the Fae was about to vomit or make a mess of his pants, but he didn't really want either of them happening in his office during a long night of meetings.
