A sneak peek at a bit of my Lost Girl/Dyson fanfic...
Normally, asking a fae what they are is extremely indelicate, but the words escaped his mouth before he could stop himself. “What are you?”
The moment their eyes met and he let out an audible reaction, her eyes had gone wide for a millisecond and then she seemed to have a look of mixed anxiety, hope, and question all at the same time. All of this passed over her face instantly, but he hadn't missed it. The moment he'd blurted out his rude question, she smirked and relaxed in her seat.
“Well, if you're nice maybe I'll tell you by the end of the night.” With her foot she pushed the chair next to her out in his direction and waited for him to slide over and take a seat.
Dyson smiled back and strolled on over, abandoning Hale.