"Make no mistake: I ain't Death, nor do I care to be compared to him." The Shade rumbled, narrowing his eyes...which flicked to the plate she pushed in his direction a moment later, sparing her his dark look.

"Does his fair share of trickin' others, though." He continued, reaching for the plate. "And if your lover was a faerie, might wanna look there. S' unusual for any of the fae to let a human lover leave, 'specially a mage with any real power to speak of."

Reaching for a bite of the danish still on the plate, he popped it in his mouth and leveled his gaze at her again.

"So...which royal were you beddin', little mage? Oberon? King of Iron? Niamh and the Lady of the Lake prefer menfolk, but you just might be pretty 'nough to turn their heads..."