[Strange kid, no doubt. But he is fond of strange kids. ]

Is belief a manner of choice, I wonder? [He asks back as he reaches for the mug once more. Perhaps he has stayed too long around Lucifer.] Is what one wants to believe more relevant than what one actually does? Faeries are not merely resurrected by want, are they?

[He leans forward, holding his mug with both hands, a honest smile on his face.]

I will tell a secret, though.