[Nobody here can get over this weird "fairies are tiny" notion, can they. He lets it go - it's not the first time someone has said something like that to him, and it won't be the last.]

[(He's definitely not pursuing what fairies in Hunter's world get baked into. It's not worth it.)]

Not where I'm from.

[The kid backpedals extremely hard, still panicking, tries to leave, and- nah. Nope. Not happening. Not after the conversation they've just had. And especially not after that gesture - that's pretty imperious coming from a kid.]

[Not that Hunter couldn't just waltz out if he tried - the wing is edged in a red glow and made of aura, not flesh and bone. It looks solid enough, but would feel like a particularly unpleasant mist curtain if Hunter decided to just walk right through it. Hunter doesn't need to know that right now - not when Huvrye is trying to keep him here. He folds his arms.]

Yeah, that's not how this works. Unless there's someone else I don't know about, you and I are the only homunculi here - we might as well stick together.

...and I'm not planning on telling anyone. They don't need to know.

[If nobody here can clock a homunculus at fifty feet, then they don't need that information. He's not about to volunteer to be treated like property again - not if he can avoid it.]