[ He lifts his flute, making as if to bonk her on the top of her head for that; the blow doesn’t land, however. At the last moment, he prevents it from actually hitting her; at most it brushes against her hair. He gives it another twirl before secreting it back in his sleeve. ]

That’s my specialty, actually: turning disaster into total victory.

[ He casts his eyes this way and that, the glass of his monocle reflecting the light. After assuring himself that the fae are indeed gone, he adds: ]

Now that the ritual’s over, we needn’t be strangers anymore. My name is Gu Yun.