Oh?

[this fact seems almost... disproportionately amusing to them. It's rare for them, after all, to be able to control the given information directly. Though, even when they begin to explain, there's no effort being put in to make it seem like things aren't being omitted.

Another grave sin, if not for some... extenuating circumstances still compelling certain obeisances.]

Well, we're called Fair Ones and Fae Folk by some, wish granters by others... I suppose we have many names, after all. But—to be clear, fae is a species, not a race. Many folk would curse you to a faerie ring if you implied they were the same race as trolls, I think.

[an easy question and answer follows, and they pluck up a card in turn.]

"What is your greatest weakness?" [a testament to the power of vague questions... their head tips thoughtfully, almost curiously, to rationalise the likely meaning in this context. And disregard it immediately in favor of taking it any way but the intended one.] Iron. My skin is far too delicate for the burns.

[aren't they nice giving him so much information about the seelie... without telling him it's about the seelie at all...]